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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection

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to be invisible i come to the edge of the sand to sit looking at far away shapes and lights wondering who else is there on that remote beach head lost to the tides these shells poking hard against my skin remind me of those days spent counting my ribs showing through waiting for you flying the redeye to your town with anchored hopes so heavy i can't believe i didn't sink into the Atlantic this coast is a long way from icy waters and distant times here the pacific breeze allows impulsive droplets of water to dance atop the waves and into my lap i feel adrift but the wind keeps me from being...

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