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Sep 2015
i feel the water pulling me down
drowning drowning in the lack of sound
i can see the moonlight shimmer
reflecting the weight of his voice’s timbre
i smile the water gushing between my teeth
never again will  i have to hear him speak
I see the halls and the turrets of the father
finding me finding me other places to wander
i see him talking to a crown of stone
the teeth eyes and lips mine alone
Pulling me down in the lack of sound
as in my love i start to drown
i love hamlet. and ophelia is the saddest character to me
Autumn Whipple
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Autumn Whipple  sacramento . california
(sacramento . california)   
   --- and Thomas Conlan
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