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It's a poem. Not that much to write here, just read.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 71 - Published: 08-21-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2562139
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The Graves as We See Them Presently
Fall
Soft
Quiet
Darkness as it melts.
Strong meaning,
The deeper feeling--
The love
The heartache
The arms drift.
Alone again
Can you feel it?
The Last Weekend
Here.
The place I least expected
Your arms
Will no one save me,
From my own torment.
Of Oceans rising
Tides falling
And the hope of love
Finally
Drifting?
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