Losing
you is like the mournful
cliff
giving
herself
up
to the
ever
persistant
sea, the tide
taking her
away,
eroding
everything
she is
(will be),
piece
by
piece















Comments
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the sun in the trees made the skyline look like crooked teeth.
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~poisondarts
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I
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~poisondarts
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