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Salvation
I walk this land,
No longer mine.
I touch the sand,
So soft and fine.
I must leave now,
Never to return,
'Lest God should allow
The memories to burn.
I turn to leave,
And notice them.
I cannot breathe,
With this final stem.
I have to go,
But their eyes accuse.
I start to slow,
With nothing else to lose.
I turn back,
They're still there
Without attack,
They really care.
We can move on,
And get some help.
The storm is gone,
My land is well.
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