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Last Day Here...


I might be lost at sea

but that will never mean

that I do not tilt my head

back, stare up at the stars

and sacrifice the salt in my

tears like an offering of my

most sincere and honest

gratitude for the way the water

never seems to stop rocking me

back to sleep. 

Tyler Knott Gregoson, Chasers of the Light
Poems from the typewriter series

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