Let this be said,
I must confess
let it be heard,
with these words.
That I am not a poet.
No. I am a pebble
stuck on a pebble
heavy beach.
Pleading with the sea,
to wash me inland.
So I can be,
picked up,
And taken home.
Not Long Left
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