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Washed Up Dreams
I stood on the beach as the sun
took its journey home West. Watched
salted waves wash over discarded dreams on the shore, taking them along old
secret trading currents like lost messages in bottles.
Little dreams, big dreams, and a
few childhood wishes.
I picked through them as the moon
rose up higher in the sky.
I found ones similar to my old
childhood dreams which left me long ago.
I prayed for one that would help
me become a better man, a stronger man.
I walked back to the house
empty-handed, to a house no longer a home.
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