Smaller PiecesA Poem by Gull
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She threw her empty bottle of beer to hear it smash off the rocks and just off the shore an abandoned building stood with no intention and we sat on a piece of that building which made a wonderful seat and had a perfect view of the sunset pine trees like guardians surrounding us and my bottle I decided not to break and left it sitting on the concrete knowing the tide was coming in knowing there was nothing I could do. © 2012 Gull |
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Added on July 10, 2012 Last Updated on July 10, 2012 |