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[juine]

Because this is going to be a good movie:



And a poem I wrote today:

Tear soaked lashes
as she, without life,
looks with her neck
bent.
The sky, she wonders
what other eyes watch.
No heaving now.
Calm. Only with a scattered
sharp breath.
Listening, feeling
the dark meadow above
weep in her stead.
Drips on unswollen lips,
fall salty with taste.
An ocean, creaked lower
than the horizon.
An ocean she could meet,
and unwilling to cross.

I don't mind free verse so much anymore.