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Nov 2015
Your words, they wash
all over me
and then crash on my shore.
Sometimes I wonder what all this
fighting is for?

You breathe in deeply,
over and over again,
knowing that's how you gain control,
while I try to recover from
the tsunami, that you've caused in my soul.

I must have known,
the full moon predicted,
that your temper would be high.
He also said I should leave,
so this is my final goodbye.

-ZvZ-
Zonika van Zijl
Written by
Zonika van Zijl  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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