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Laura
Poems
Sep 2018
The Surrender
The rigid grey hills in-
between his shy pale arms
cheer with conviction.
As he reminds me of
how it feels to be.
Autumn’s fog dances over
the lake so calm it chimes,
as I sip its reflection,
and with it,
his small half-smiles.
I write every night
on the dark cedar floors.
Tumbling in old terry sheets.
Falling in and out of,
waves of grandeur.
Written by
Laura
26/F/Toronto
(26/F/Toronto)
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