there in the midst
was our innocence
awaiting its own devolution
standing by
through the eyes of remorse
we sunk into the peppered sand
and wondered
when our hands would relent
but the day was then spent
our intentions unseen
and the sun stirred
into the horizon
when this charred earth
did bless his farewell



and, we will, keep on, searching for our separate purpose, each and every single day, until we finally, find it.
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