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Mar 2017
It was not hers nor was it ours.
It was that cry inside our mind
We knew we had it and sung it.
Like  her we wouldnt recall it.
But we remembered what it was
She had cried. It was not the idea of us crying nor her bringing us in like the waves.  She had shown us the thing itself the lyrics screamed  when we first found the sea.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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