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The ocean breeze captures my breath tumbles my fears from the pit of my stomach into the open.
I sit at night alone on the rocks looking at the distant night wave’s crash against the walls of the rocks next to me.
I hear calling of names, kids running in the sands behind me, walking up to the boards of motion.
I do not speak I do not blink,
I reminisce deeply in my head my imagination.
I take my loneliness, my hate, and my tears all out so that it blends in with my surrounding and washes away.
There is no place I’d rather be along at night than on the beach.
The tears of hard times run down my face, a new slate is created. All my worries melt away.
Against the sand I climb off the rocks, walk back to my place.
Swiftly down the alleys of 7th street,
I shall no longer things of you, or see you,
And you remain a memory.
A memory that once was but was now left behind.
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