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Aug 2014
You are here.
But my gaze is a million miles away.

The room is silent.
But you look at me so loudly

I can practically hear you screaming
For me to stay .

The water is rising .
threatening to cross the brim to my cheek

But I keep theΒ Β flood at bay.
Watching ships sail .

The farther they get the slower my heart.
I can't live this way.
I'll never come back
elizabeth brotzman
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elizabeth brotzman
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