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where do i turn now?
if their love did not last, whose will?
if their love was not love, how will i know when i stumble upon it?
Precedents, examples, the ways to be, the ways not to be,
that's what i looked to you for.
but now you do not know. you built a life on sinking sand.
what did it look like? the sinking sand? did you see its color?
what did the energy feel like around your toes,
the tips of your fingers must have told you something.
did the caress of his palm not warm your face?
was your breath not lost in his kiss?
it was? then how do i know? how will i know when the sparkle
that shines bright enough
to blind me from my own reflection
is not the energy of sinking sand?