we'll build cities with our toes
only to be washed away with the tides
trails of footprints for miles
and no one to be seen
we've buried ourselves in memories
like hermit crabs without shells
we wander
lost
swinging our clasped hands like there's nothing in this world that can stop us
we are
invincible
A contest entry
- prewrites by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended October 17, 2007, 7 entries
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