Tag-team poetry awps.

I could pass this for complete.
But. Meh.
Someone should finish it.

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I remember singing words to the sea
It’s the second hand on the clock that made me leave.
Minutes floating away like sand dollars
Slowly cracking underfoot.
Fleeting and un-permanent on a foundation that slides with only wind.
I asked them to stay and be beautiful for me.
And I wonder in the aftermath why their perfection scared me
Arms stretched high, hands clasped cleverly.
And I still wonder why they came.

The head on my carcass is too lose.
Too many useless jars of sand shaped like hourglasses.
It takes a miracle to get those grains to move.

Curled up at night whispering secrets to the veins in my hand
Reminding them to keep pumping blood, that I’m still living stories
Edit, Delete, Underline, Bold
I’m still going.

Starting over at the clickping of the typewriter.