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Apr 2014
Out there somewhere among the waves,
I feel you crawling in my brain,
Pleading to be more than just a memory;
Some old, forgotten name.

I locked you up away from everything,
In the recesses of my mind,
Where I thought none would ever find.
But you wouldn't rest;
You wouldn't die.

Now here I am, face down upon the shore,
Screaming to the curling waves for the woman I adored.
But you are gone forever,
You are buried and rusted somewhere,
Yet in every star I see your shining eyes.

Maybe a tide will sweep me away,
Deep down to the bottom of the sea,
And there I will find you,
Locked away waiting for me,
So we can then finally hold hands,
Until our bones sink into the sand,
Far below the curling waves.
This is heavily inspired by Annabelle Lee by Poe. So much so that it might as well simply be a re-imagining.
Forrest Jorgensen
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Forrest Jorgensen  Fayetteville
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