pulls
away from the sand
i find
things.
shells and bones
dead
things, alive things.
even the bottle
you threw into the ocean
with a message
to me
long ago,
but i'm sorry, i write
back,
i can't save you anymore
and with a mighty
heave i
toss the bottle out
into the ocean,
far far away
from the shore.
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