The Sea
Cup a hand around
seashell ear.
Hear the past crash.
The future recede.
Wade out into the undertow.
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ty.ferg
I'm from South Dakota and I love poetry. In every spare moment I am composing lines to new works in my head, and I am always working to gain inspiration from everything around me. I play the piano, guitar, ukulele, banjo, and percussion. I love to draw and I love anything that involves zombies. Someday I will see the world.
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