East Float (draft)

In my home town
back in the days
before we all had years
that hung upon
our faces
deep from uncried tears
I’d take my notebook
folded small
down to the waterside
my thoughts scratched
out in every line
secreted there inside
One evening though
a rhyme hard fought
for, eluded me
so on that night
my dreams and hopes
were cast into the sea.

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