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Monday, October 20th, 2008 | Author: markross
I sit alone, alone by the sea, ’til only the
sea remains, and I am free.
Free from anger, free from fear; feeling these feelings disappear. Sitting and waiting, just buying time, for there’s a better place deep in my mind. Free from pain and misery, to grow new leaves
like a withered tree. Copyright © 2005 Mark Ross
Category: Poetry
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