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Sep 2011
The engine’s off. The headlights fade.
We amble to the beach.
The waves crash as the howl of the wind keeps us company.
We find a spot
And settle there
Her perfume mixes with the sea to intrigue me.

The sand beneath us creeps along our skin.
Our voices fill the night sky as we talk about the depth of life.
The stars twinkle as we stare and wonder.

A wave crashes. Lightening strikes.
The conversation fades.
My tongue is caught.
Whether it’s by the salt of the sea or my inability
To say what I need to,
I don’t know.
Robert Potter
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Robert Potter
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   Drew Vincent
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