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Aug 2020
The wintering started on a dark December eve; slowly and silently,
it numbed me through the window panes.

I dove off into the wine dark sea.
As cold as death, as cold as resignation.

The sickle moon smiled placidly down as I melted into sea foam.
Written by
Sophia  21/F/Bristol, UK
(21/F/Bristol, UK)   
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