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Jan 2014
Deeper the wound grows.
Heart ache.
Thunder roaring.
lungs echoing.
Fists pounding.
Waves crashing.
Tears pouring.
Rain plummeting.
I couldn't get it out.
The words I wanted to say.
Laying on the hard sand.
The wind whispers.
I'm all alone.
Marina
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Marina  Delawhere?
(Delawhere?)   
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