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May 19
Far from it being mine to know
16 years of pain, maybe more,
Far from it being mine to show
The stars to follow back to shore.

I do not know where you may be,
I do not know the currents there;
Far from it, mine to know the sea,
Far from it, mine your soul to bear.

Far from it, when you rise to cut the line,
Far from it, when you cut all ties to me;
I can't be yours, I offered what is mine:
A hand to guide upon a darkened sea.
The bold assumption from a former lover that her love could save him; the bold assumption by his former lover that she can save him now with a friendship he wants nothing of.
Bella Isaacs
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Bella Isaacs  22/F/Oxford/Paris
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