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Water sifting between my toes, droplets clinging to my jeans My fingers getting stuck in his knotted brown hair Running, running Water splashing on feathered wings Rocks giving way for love My eyes soaking up sunlight and dust He smiles, kisses my forehead, races towards the blue sky Jumping on clouds, swinging on branches Bowing to oak trees that sprinkle the ground I close my eyes and feel the wrinkles of soil I smile and feel the upward curve of laughter I turn to look for him to tell him I love him But he is gone Gone with the waves that crash on the rocks Gone with the sun that blinds my soul, gone like comforters spilling over pink feet Gone like coffee shops at 3 AM Gone Gone Gone
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
Gone
Water sifting between my toes, droplets clinging to my jeans My fingers getting stuck in his knotted brown hair Running, running Water splashing on feathered wings Rocks giving way for love My eyes soaking up sunlight and dust He smiles, kisses my forehead, races towards the blue sky Jumping on clouds, swinging on branches Bowing to oak trees that sprinkle the ground I close my eyes and feel the wrinkles of soil I smile and feel the upward curve of laughter I turn to look for him to tell him I love him But he is gone Gone with the waves that crash on the rocks Gone with the sun that blinds my soul, gone like comforters spilling over pink feet Gone like coffee shops at 3 AM Gone Gone Gone
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jenna-zito
American
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
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