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The Unspoken MAG

By Anonymous

     I know shewants to tell me things,      
     I can feel it when I sit on her beaches,
     Digging my hands deep into the sand.
     I stare at the sliver ofred and pink rhapsody.
     I see her there.
     She is there in the bluerising tide,
     the airy whisper-wind,
     and the call of thesea-birds as they
     dive into the great green sea.






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