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Jun 2017
Stood there watching the endless water
Carried by the wind to wash over his shoes
The sound of the waves killing every thought in his head
Leaving the one he wanted gone most
It was too loud for the sound of the waves to ****
He stuffed his pockets and let it **** him instead.
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