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Aug 2014
you always had a pull on me;
you were my moon,
and I, your tide

many moonless nights have passed since the moment you decided it was over
the waves cease to crash against the shore

stagnant

the vast, black ocean
waits for someone to wade in
swim around
and make her feel whole
again.
Emily Watkins
Written by
Emily Watkins  Wonderland, Texas
(Wonderland, Texas)   
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