A tide of emotions, a wave of feelings, a wall of protection. A moment, a chance, passed, left to dry. I've protected the heart, I hidden the love. I've mastered the platonic, I've extended the olive branch, I've learned to love again. The gates remain closed to more, high tide's strong currents kept at bay. I'm not the wounded crab, working through the wet sand, hoping high tide won't sweep me away. I've made that journey, keeping high tide at bay, willing myself to safety. I'm scared to go back out, to play on the beach, to build castles and dream. The threat of high tide, the worry of being set adrift, make my castle a friendly and warm haven.
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