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The point at which this river broke,
Violently to say the least.
We were flung apart,
On our own angry drifts.
Your sad blue eyes,
Calm and cold as the water beneath you.
My pale skin,
Grows whiter as the angriest of torrents ahead of me.
When the river bends and brings you back to me,
Will I get to veer off upon your shores?
Or will the white water drag me further from you?
Violently to say the least.
We were flung apart,
On our own angry drifts.
Your sad blue eyes,
Calm and cold as the water beneath you.
My pale skin,
Grows whiter as the angriest of torrents ahead of me.
When the river bends and brings you back to me,
Will I get to veer off upon your shores?
Or will the white water drag me further from you?