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Huddled into granite step 
Rising tide caressing my feet 
Glistening black water, moonlight upon it 
Monochromatic artistry, entrancing me 
I sit there and ponder on what happens now 
And hours pass in silence 
I simply cannot figure it 
Her cold cleansing water, up to my knees 

She is numbing my senses 
I find it pleasing... I have a friend 
She quietly keeps rising and beckons me 
Water to my waist, certainly encouraging 

As if in a dream, I silently disrobe 
And enter the chilling loving arms 
Of the only friend I can ever tell 
I reach for her 

'Only you can understand 
The pain and sorrow and shame that I feel 
My fear of returning... 
To this bastard of a world' 

She rejects me...  I cry out loud 
'Let me go with you!' 
Her embrace is gentle as she whispers 
'No, it cannot be... not just yet' 

As she departs and returns to her sea 
I am alone 
I dress, then wander home 
To lock away my memories.

(C) Copyright 1999
ANNIE H
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ANNIE H

Letter to My Uncle

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Pony



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