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Chloe Mar 2014
i.
to be like a tree
beautiful, silent in life
singing loud in death
woodwind
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
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

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