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Oct 2014
i am a wave that never reaches the shore,
for i break too soon before the land.
but i've always liked the look of sand:
golden, the colour of dreams, where shells that
hide secrets in them lie; secrets i would like to know.
sometimes they whisper in my ear,
but i never quite get to hear them as they are
swept away faster than they can say goodbye.
maybe one day i'll get there, and i will listen to the
stories they tell. to know how it feels to have reached
the shore, basking in the goldenness of sand, the sun.
but i am not like them.
maybe i will never know.
elizabeth
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elizabeth  in the clouds
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