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Toes press into the sand Wind causes bumps to form on the skin A loose button-up flutters Waves wash away the footsteps An evening spent along the water Just listening to all the sounds Try not to let the mind grow loud Thoughtless as the sun goes down A rock pier lie ahead One never seen and never been Soon feet rest off the end Attempts to jump right on in A man found the morning after On the cusp of his last breathes Mutters that he never meant To resent his own thoughts No one knows who he is No one claims to have been a witness No one there to talk some sense Not a **** soul had cared This man was left to walk the plank Solitary on a island full of people Death row with no trace of hope No wonder he wandered to his death
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
The Mind Will Wander
Toes press into the sand Wind causes bumps to form on the skin A loose button-up flutters Waves wash away the footsteps An evening spent along the water Just listening to all the sounds Try not to let the mind grow loud Thoughtless as the sun goes down A rock pier lie ahead One never seen and never been Soon feet rest off the end Attempts to jump right on in A man found the morning after On the cusp of his last breathes Mutters that he never meant To resent his own thoughts No one knows who he is No one claims to have been a witness No one there to talk some sense Not a **** soul had cared This man was left to walk the plank Solitary on a island full of people Death row with no trace of hope No wonder he wandered to his death
NickatNight
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
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