Painted toes caress
cold water
Shattered reflection
My mother's daughter
Memories of years
Now gone past
Life is Fleeting by
Not designed to last
Tainted Memories
A lone call
Sitting by myself
So seemingly small
A face not my own
Shimmers there
Alone at the pier
Forgetting to care
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