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soulful sand
Jack Henry
she sits on soulful sand
watching waves
crash loud against
buried rocks
a petulant smile
whispers to my lips
as she arches to
the sun
heaven calls freedom
but a demon’s spirit
whisper’s tepid lies
a tide’s struggle
keeps me whole
as i watch the world
tumble down