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Oct 2019
It rested at your feet
Covered in sand and salt
Your golden hair strummed your shoulder blades
Created a song for the breeze that passed with it
Eyes deftly searched the shoreline
Measured it a thousand times
and over again
With a sigh and disillusioned swirl
You lamented through the jaded night
Leaving your buried treasure
resting in the wake of the verdict
Written by
Elle  F
(F)   
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   Vestige, annh and Shane
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