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Sand

The sand
Deceitful defining it
Lays there assuring
one strong wave
Abandoning , high and dry.

The sand
Comfortably warm,
Bathing your feet
Mix it with water
The pretense of fitting in
The impersonation almost accepted.

As the water recedes, you see
The pathetic week lumps
Sticks to your feet
Needy and relentless
A compulsive whim for a good riddance

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JoWhat! said…
the sea there inspired u a lot ;)
February 3, 2012 at 11:03 AM
Unknown said…
a lot of things have started to inspire me... not the ones i like... but i cant give up on writing, so i have to write...
February 3, 2012 at 11:05 AM
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