Sandcastles shells stories

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so keep on blowing your smoke, keep on building your sandcastles


by elliott

I'd like to think that I loathe you

as much as I miss you,

but the seesaw always seem to favor one side or the other.

I remember the days you'd go off to the beach,

searching for sea shells

and counting your findings

blowing your smoke

and wasting our earnings,

I always knew there were cracks

in you and my fathers lovely cliche

but I never knew the sea current

was strong enough to wash our sandcastles away.

I turn my back from you

and stretch my arms

as it becomes apparent

that I've always disliked the feeling of sand in my shoes,

and I've never enjoyed the cold air of the beach,

and building sand castles

has never appealed to me.

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