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Lane O Aug 2020
Sea oats rustling
As salty gales drive ashore
Forever dancing
Neharika Dec 2017
I blinked my eyes to see you gone.
The rumors are true, we arent the same, nomore.
"Mutual", Alas, a mere fancy word
With you gone but I was ashore.

— The End —