May 2015
I fear the death
Of my emotions
They wax and wane
Ebb and flow
Eventually the tide, my tide,
Will draw so far out
It will receed back in on itself
And collapse
Of my emotions
They wax and wane
Ebb and flow
Eventually the tide, my tide,
Will draw so far out
It will receed back in on itself
And collapse
(22/F/London)
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