(Phase 2)

On the same beach a notebook is blank
What was written, it seems
Has sank

Even the message will fail to live on
The ink has been erased from the page
It’s gone

The paper soaked, waves blared
Equally as if
No one cared

The writer, herself, has left it alone
To be forgotten in the storm
The low of the unknown



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