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Aug 2010
I can’t remember the last time…
Exhaustion grabs hold
And it all goes black
An emptiness, which lacks,
Only the moon to shine bright
To extinguish the night.
I gaze out at the blue,
A sea breeze, a gull, and you.
It fades and dies away,
This black and white all goes gray.
The rain falls down in little drops
It pools, collects, and stops.
The fresh air caresses my face
I am lost in this singular embrace.
This is the last time.
Monica Rose
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