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Re: and: the poetry thread
i gaze upon the coastline with the wind in my hair and the mist upon my face...
now suddenly aware that i'm alone standing in the sand with a sea salty taste...
the ocean breeze is strong and my eyes are squinted yet my mind begins to flow...
watching the waves and the rise of the tide and i think about you again, why did you have to go?
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watch your mouth... here comes the rise!
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