October 22, 2009
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waves crash
soft white foam rims them welcoming
hand pounding
he holds it to tight
yet careful
idly we walk into the foam
at our hips now
he screams
i follow
that protective hand guides me everywhere

the sun fades
i still wont go under
he waits
like the big shirt i wear
protecting me from the sun
i trust him
he knows
as the waves roll towards us
we dive hand in hand
my brother,
our memory

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