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Dec 2013
The waves slowly lap the shore
like a hand reaching for something distant

You sit wishing there was more
but the waters rhythm seems persistent

Examining cracks that the waves have worn
your mind is made up, but your heart remains torn
Connor Squires
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Connor Squires  Duluth
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