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Moses
- Jack Wrobel
- Jul 10, 2018
- 1 min read
The waves washing over me
drifting my problems away.
The sun scorching my skin
burning my inhibitions out.
The sand slipping out of my hand
grain by grain, sadly like an hourglass.
My time fading into a sunset.
Soon i will be back in the classroom
where my water bottle is the closest I'll get to the ocean,
wishing summer never ended.
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