Look! Beyond the shore
I see the great heights not crossed
Tomorrow, I go
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Emily Brandt
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Endless Midnight
It didn’t end the way it did in fairytales. It didn’t start that way, either. We were rather like an endless current of waves, constantly crashing into each other that inevitably would be pulled apart by an unknown and unstoppable force. The only trace of our meeting, a trail of pieces left behind on the shore. A ring, a letter, an unanswered text message sent at 3:03 am.
By Emily Brandt2 years ago in Poets
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