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Aug 2017
By The River
it was quiet by the river

only her sniffles and the crashing of water was heard

it was almost as if we were the only ones on this earth

i listened as her heart cried

the vulnerability was so surreal

my arm went around her shoulders

i could feel her breaking underneath me

the sky that evening was beautiful

with its paint stroke clouds

painting a story like the one she was telling about
Written by
megan  17/F/Ireland
(17/F/Ireland)   
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