No More
I will...Crystallize this withered rose, like old photographs lingering on my wall...
Rain quietly dissolve against the sand;
Your footprints and mine, A
Five kilometer reel
Overstretched against the shoreline
Reminiscent of what was me and
You
No more...
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Poetry by irene
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 17:31
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