When I think of him
On stormy days
The ways of Desiree
Come crashing down
On me so hard
I fear I may be drowning
In my own longing
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
