I fought it, only slightly,
Your soft pull on me.
It was the gravity that pulls the sea.
It drew my heart, slowly.
Slow, like so many good things,
And now I drift.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
I fought it, only slightly,
Your soft pull on me.
It was the gravity that pulls the sea.
It drew my heart, slowly.
Slow, like so many good things,
And now I drift.
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