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Her words flowed like the ocean
And broke upon the shore.
Underneath the moon and stars
The waves, they would encore.
A soliloquy of feelings
Rolled with the great blue sea,
Secrets rode the white-tipped waves
As she set her stories free
He listened to the stories;
The sound of waves collapsing,
The wind, a million memories,
The currents always asking.
He waded in the water,
Helped her problems sink away
And then the sea lay deadly calm,
No more whispers of the waves
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Wielding the Pen {Poetry}
Poesia•>I wield the pen as I'd wield a sword, cutting through emotions as if they were flesh all poems and photos are mine [love] [heartbreak] [sadness] [society] {highest ranking: #556 in poetry 8/8/17}
