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Mar 2018
The waves move rapidly, they beat against the shore
Who can hear them?
No one knows the answer
The pots fly across the room, onto the kitchen floor
The door spins wide open, letting in some shore
The walls sag and plead no more
Who can hear them?
No one hears the question
The waves keep crashing
Written 2004
Kalora
Written by
Kalora  22/Neptune
(22/Neptune)   
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