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To her, I am the sea.
A tide ebbing and flowing,
towards her and away.
Away from her heart,
stranded and shored
on countless grains of love.
And towards the drifting debris
of shipwrecked promises
that pollute me.
A tide, ebbing and flowing,
captive and captivated,
by her gravity.
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I found this poem lost and forgotten amongst my other unfinished works from a previous laptop and thought it still had potential. After a few revisions, I think it has reached its final form, simply describing a to-and-fro relationship from that time.
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Yahne
I enjoy writing short stories and poems.
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