I am the place in which something has occurred.

First love was fertilized in me under the warm moonlit air of summer.

For two weeks it was fed until that love

became the stage on which my heart would break;

for the first time.

Bold, youthful exuberance built architectural wonders,

in the form of dreams, in my mind only to have

repetitive waves of realism wash them away like sandcastles on the shore.

I have been a safe harbor for strangers on nights

when loneliness was a little too rough.

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