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Aug 2016
Midnight.
Oh, the midnight wave.
The wave of sadness that
takes many casualties.
A depressing thought turns
my eyes to glass
and my heart to stone.
I'm trapped.
A wall in the tropical jungle of dispar
that I can't climb over.
There is no use to call for help
for there is no one in this storm.
The darkness envelopes
my feelings.
And soon I feel the
slightest comfort.
I may be alone
but I look to the
sky for my future
destinations.
Oh, the midnight wave.
Midnight.
7-21-16
~mjā€”k
Marissa
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Marissa  Minnesota, USA
(Minnesota, USA)   
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