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Name In The Sand
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October 2003 Poetry I pack my bags and go.
I need to get away from this place.
You’re still here, though you’re gone.
So I go to the one place,
where I can feel free.
The ocean.
I write your name in the sand,
cry my last tears for you,
and watch the tide take away,
everything I once lived for.
I need to move on.
This is goodbye.
~*~ Jill ~*~
