New Jersey Shore
Do you hear the sound
The lapping of water
like a thirsty hound
A body drifts
in coastal waves
A empty thing
A torn out page
A thing of currents
and rising tides
No longer bound
by fear or pride
Gently to rest
upon that shore
this washed up rag
unspoken for
Gently to rest
upon that shore
once a name
a name no more
of course it's happening of course it can
love ends when it wants and takes orders from no man
caring or not it was time and it's done
one only hopes that everyone had some fun
No relation just saw one that needed an answer...Original was seen here
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