Meet Our Ends

December 3, 2010
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Here are the words you wanted,
And a place you haunted,
A soul you should’ve kept,
And all the tears you’ve wept.

There are boats along the shore,
And sounds we’ve heard before,
So are the eyes we’ve looked upon,
And some rails to which we’ve held on.

A shell incrusted with your name,
And the beach, still all the same,
Crying birds with broken feathers here,
With a bucket also brimming with fear.

A cold cloud of a heart,
A tired sigh given before the start,
We shake our hands on being friends,
But this is probably where we meet our ends.

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