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Aug 2014
The jagged marble of the rock

Cut into my blistered feet

I look down into the swirling roiling

Waves below

Friends sit at the base of the rocks

scream my name

There cheers push me to the edge

They smile and hoot

in excitement for my stunt

I turn and smile

My boys stand behind me

He stands in the center

I know it is a dream

He visits me often in the one place

I am truly ever happy

He pulls me into a tight embrace

He fills me with scents of

Freedom

His lips brush mine and I fall backwards

Tears of pain fill my eyes

It is like losing him again

Losing myself

I will never lose him

Then I wake
Written by
Griffin Schapp  Brattleboro VT
(Brattleboro VT)   
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     PrttyBrd, Antonio and Griffin Schapp
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