...the cold ache slides silently from my heart to my hands spilling out into the world through dark words on pale pages...
the sadness seeps through my clothes
i'm drenched in sorrow
these watery words
what do they mean now
after so long?
cloud white shells
once filled
with
trust, love, hope
now
lay
barren
on the sand
all things must end
the tide must go out
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