A restless hush pervades the quiet shore, Though waves repeat what they have said before. No peace arrives to fill the aching frame, Each sunset looks the same, a muted flame. The night drips dry upon a thirsty tongue, While sleepless hours claw where thoughts are hung. Old songs return and circle, tight and thin, Their looping lines grown sharp beneath the skin. The hours stretch, u...

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