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A walk on the beach as a storm draws near

 Waves begin their journey

 Clouds replaced with darkness and lightning

Lonely fog horn in the distance

Light house beam flashing behind the hidden clouds

Hopes and dreams released to the currents of the sea

The sand castle where I was the princess and he the king

Slowly disappearing with the encroachment of time

Darkness

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The moat dismantled to once our castle

Once tranquil, now crashing waves tumble onto the shore

The king and I

The crown crushed and swept away

Long before the storm

The Abyss

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The current tugs at my soul

I hear the whispers

Silence

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The waves change their course

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Who am I

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About crystallball7

Creative,some say "eccentric", dark sense of humor,sensitive. Never the same for too long. Running from lost time. Longing to be on the beach, at the ocean, New England. Afraid of life, extremely afraid of life.
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