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Mar 2017
Wind whips across my face,
as I stand along the shore.
Sun burning untouched skin,
my body aching for more.
Sand slips between my fingers,
each grain soft and golden.
On my legs the sea salt lingers,
creating a scent worth holding.
The Silence
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The Silence  Their Thoughts, My Words
(Their Thoughts, My Words)   
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