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Sep 2013
Pale white or maybe slightly gray, blue
looking through - little holes, grains of sand, blowing through
tossed about this stormy day, ocean spray
you can't hold, lapping waves.

One day whispers will caress
your ears, salt and tears
You may break or drift,  you can never tell
storms of love, pearls
and shells.
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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