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Jan 2014
I have been trying
on my own
for far too long.

I try to seek help
but wind up as the ocean.
No matter how many times I try to open up,
my waves will never touch the grassy dunes.

But then again,
those dunes are stuck in their ways
never trying for one moment to let
one
little
drop of my wave
touch them.

So I will remain my own ocean
looking on those dunes
finding nothing but
flimsy grasses
and sandy mountains.
Brooke Bello
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