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In Circles

Corey Mesler

The hollow in my chest is fear.
It spreads like a stain,
a birthmark.
If I could travel I would pick
up where I left off.
I left off in love.
Now, alone on this beach, the
sea an endless
conundrum, I wait for your final
roar. The hollow in
my chest is the sound of the sea.
The sound of the sea is fear.

Corey Mesler

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