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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

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connor-squires

American

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Written by

connor-squires

American

Published

Dec 9, 2013

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