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THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS


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lost among the wandering thoughts of night

open, my heart peeled and staring into the vaulted ceiling of stars

nodding to myself is an acknowledgment of an older existence

etchings of tree branch dancing fingers tip-toe across the ground

listening for the threatening noises within the muted hush

yearning for something that's slipped through my grasp

like the first letter of each line I write

I am what I am

I have spelled out lonely

when what I describe is the ebb and flow

of the tide called loneliness.....


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