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WHERE BUT HERE

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on May 21, 2012 - 8:30pm

As waves crash to shore, seashells smash into sandy grains of powder pink rose tips, drowning out the screams, of tiny babies who once played upon the sand with no worries. Arms, feet and other body parts float by my face yet my eyes no longer focus clearly. There is silence. Odor. Stranger's stop to stare at lifeless bodies torn apart by mother nature. Mothers scream. Fathers search as I lie there wondering. Where is JOSH GROBIN. We are in dire need of something magical. Hurry Josh. Thousands are already dead. Where is that light from that higher window you sing about. It is so dark inside. Hurry

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