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Apr 2016
I walk across a barren field
air so cold it burns my lungs
while the earth cuts my feet
despite the pain I carry on

Finding my way
to where we once laid
during happier times

It feels so empty now

You are missing from me
and I from you
so here I will wait

Come find me, be quick
at the place only we know
before I drown on dry land
Janine Jacobs
Written by
Janine Jacobs  Cape Town, South Africa
(Cape Town, South Africa)   
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