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Sep 2014
It was something I never expected,
and island has become two,
the waters a nervous calm,
two flags waving proudly one in the same
yet the same become different,
The birds silently wait for the chirps of its old playmate,
waiting for something that doesn't seem to come,
so for now its on to the next,
on to find solace in an unexpected old,
or become one with an imperfect new.
It's not to late to prevent an end, it never is......
Raquel Butler
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Raquel Butler  23/Earth
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