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    Can't Seem
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    As the wind blows over the sea
    carrying whispers of your voice
    that trail through my hair
    like a lovers caress,
    I look out upon the gray waves
    and listen to the gulls cry.

    My white dress catches around my knees
    and the ocean spray is cold against my cheeks.
    I want to go away from this place,
    but I cant seem to move.
    Hot tears burn my skin
    and I lick them up and they taste
    just like the frothy ocean.

    I try to smile;
    At the cold
    At my tears
    And their bitter taste
    At my own weakness;
    Somehow, I only end up crying harder.

    I need hope, but it is elusive,
    like some tattered sea bird
    fluttering upon the horizon
    where the water and sky meet
    in a line of steely silver.

    There is no human voice here,
    no caress, no familiarity.
    Only the broken fragments
    of forgotten memories
    out of the corner of my eye.

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