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Mar 2018
Waves of emotion crash and clash on the shore of my soul
The storm is relentless for mother nature knows no pity
Each crest eroding the foundation of my perception burns a hole
Which forms a crack gradually creeping the length of my trunk
The salty air stings as the sand slowly slides away
Exposing the roots of the tree that is me
A tree all alone making a final stand
On a beaten battered barrier beach
Frederick Hart
Written by
Frederick Hart  Walstonburg
(Walstonburg)   
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   Alissa Rogers
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