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We beach walked at night,
Invisible waves knocking,
  .  .  .  Driftwood under soles.
 Mar 2015 The Haywire
SG Holter
As if crying itself
Is not enough
She turns soft and
Yielding
As if becoming
Her every own
Tear
Everything's getting all fuzzy,
It's like I'm in fast forward.
I have no music playing,
Yet I hear music playing in my head.
It's insane,
Wait or is me who's going insane?
When I met you
You took my breath away
In retrospect
I should have just walked away
And started breathing again
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