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Aug 2011
the coast the calling coast
east west
both have the most to boast
the waves my audience
applauding
and roaring endlessly roaring
the sand between
my toes and fingers
creeping up the back of my neck
hot warm cold
as i slide my feet deeper in
the salty air smells to me
of freshness
of bliss
of decay
of wasted hours not wasted if wasted
samuel nathan
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