The Unchanging
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James McLain
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The Unchanging,
Can not for the sake of her mind.
So once again they come,
And the sand from the sea is the same.
Subtle but gently the waves push it up,
As it laps up and moves them apart.
His skull is now empty and how she tries,
To push it inside one last time.
Unchanging,
An inch at a time and the heart aches
Even more now than then.
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