I am a graveyard that never keeps names, each step a promise I will not remember. The sea confesses to me in violence and lullabies, the moon tugs at my bones like an old debt. I swallow wars, lovers, and glassed-over dreams, then shine as if nothing was lost.

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Without my first, I’m beneath or below. Take away my last two and I’m a fluid motion. All together I’m beauty to behold.

A concoction constructed by earth and a shower. Found in puddles and when you over water your flowers. Some seek it for thrills, using motors and tires. Others use it to bathe at the spa, if desired.

In a bed of stones, I pave the way, Tiny soldiers in a gray array. Crushed beneath wheels, I won't complain, Underfoot, I bear the strain.