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Hand in hand, tears from two form a river The world stills in mourning as the little girl dies. He tries to loosen his grip, but her hold remains. The boy can only watch as she starts to fall Her body descending in the waves. Finally as she lets go, he tightens his hold and struggles to keep her afloat. Sinking under, she gently whispers “They mourn for you And the youth I stole.”
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Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 5:19 AM UTC
Waves, Wash Me Over
Hand in hand, tears from two form a river The world stills in mourning as the little girl dies. He tries to loosen his grip, but her hold remains. The boy can only watch as she starts to fall Her body descending in the waves. Finally as she lets go, he tightens his hold and struggles to keep her afloat. Sinking under, she gently whispers “They mourn for you And the youth I stole.”
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Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 5:19 AM UTC
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