A Mysterious Hold
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*by Johnny Anonymous*
I think about this from time to time. If I'd been killed on 9/11. I was 27
then, on an upward trajectory. Great girlfriend, good job...
1 day ago
Relaxing, folding my arms
Under my head
Idling, you nap the time
listlessly away.
Swaying, the sea air
ease away our tiredness
Rocking, it sets
the mood so perfect.
The water,
a sea of ebbing silver sparkles
The shades,
devours the ruthless hotness.
Our feet,
hanging, they so calmly sway
Our eyes,
They smile, devoid of fray.
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