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366 · Mar 2014
I wrote to you
Chloe Mar 2014
I wrote to you

I wrote you notes and odes and simple words
under the moonlight
and in the sand.

I wrote you books and poems and love letters
in the sand
at the edges of where the waves lapped

I wrote to you
because I knew you were a world away
and because I know that I never cross your mind
and the coming tide would wash away any trace that you crossed mine
343 · Mar 2014
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Chloe Mar 2014
oh,
you've never truly lived until you've
fallen to the floor sobbing on a Sunday morning
because you kneel to a scale and a mirror
instead of pews and a cross
Chloe Mar 2014
i.
to be like a tree
beautiful, silent in life
singing loud in death
woodwind

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