We held hands and wished away the days, whilst the walking dead ran repeatability into harms way. The seering sun baked plains seem so deserted that day, an unmistakable exodus as you walked your miracle mile with a blank expression and vacant smile. We saw the entertainment-news, heard the surround-sound gunshots and felt the indescribable [...]
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And it hurts. Tambourine beats and tangerine accents hide a watercolour sky, as delicate waves reach out, calling me home. I stand staring without focus, without thought, lost in uncertainty, found in pain. I used to count the happier thoughts on the fingers of both hands, now they remain unmistakeably closed. This perfect shoreline forgets [...] |
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