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Jan 2011
Love spilling off his lips,
The taste of accomplishment.
I did what I had to.
I sat in the garden while it rained,
Just to be there when the sun arrived.
I lived and was alive,
In the home his arms built around me.

He was all it took.
The wind that made my waves
The moon that moved my tides,
And I never want to lose.

Sun kissed senses,
Peeling off the dead skin
Of bad memories.
Foolish flower, had to start all over.
Older than anyone else your age
Old soul and growing older
Climbing walls, whispering thunder.
Always knew the same blue green water.

Sore but all the wiser,
His wave will always move me.
Coral Estelle
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