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Just another wannabe writer

A Story


When I was seven,
My best friend was the sand
That pressed against my toes
And stretched for miles down.

The sea was my backyard.

When I was eight.
Daddy’s job took us far
Far far away.
To the city lights and “zoom-zoom” cars.

And the buildings became my backyard.

Now I’m ten,
And I haven’t seen my best friend since,
Haven’t felt it pressed against my toes
Or see it stretched for miles down.

City lights
“Zoom-zoom” cars
That don’t stretch for miles

They are my best friends now.

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