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| Picture credited to ME |
At times I wonder
if she will feel me here one day
or notice the faded initials carved
into the break wall—
provided the weather
remained kind, and time found
its proper footing to move forward.
I'd imagine her atop the grassy hill
searching for privacy like
I had done, and find me there,
sinking crooked into the sand
mindful of a voice within the silence.
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