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Gasping for air

Reaching for hands that are out of reach.

Tumbling in the tides of the island of undesirables.

I try to swim away from my fate.

Though, the hands of time are cruel to dreamers, and -

I'm dragged back into the surf.

Is anyone out there?

Anyone to hear my plea?

My will was strong, but like a rock, who's been beaten -

by the surf, I'm slowly crumbling.

My voice is muffled by the crashing waves.


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Big Sal

Mon 10th Dec 2018 01:25

I liked the diction.?

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