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By- Traci Taylor
November 2015

Fingertips graze the edge of the water,
the tide will soon come wanted or not.

Memories filter through like falling stars.
There once was a smile behind the now existing stormy grey clouds.

Eyes quickly shut to water rushing overhead-
drowned out by past time that fizzles away into a blur

Moments hold on with a firm sense of false hope.
Forever left looking for a reason why it rains even on sunny days.

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