In the shell of our flesh
we find the echoes of far way places
and stolen salty kisses by the seashores
in the summers of our youth,
and in the hollow of our skulls
two thousand years from now,
some futuristic archaeologist
will uncover our skulls and
hold it to his ear and still
hear the ocean roaring through
the eye holes left
in worn and yellowed bone
and be filled with the awe
of such an eternal love's echoes.
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