almost a month upon the shore

[thehungercure]

It's been years since I've been here... today.
The sorrows haven't left yet.
Cold and wet.
I miss the laughter from your pores.
Seeping into my soul.
Wet and cold.
It's all coming back now.
The terrible thing you said.
Cold and dead.
My head throbs at the thought.
Hands turning old.
Dead and cold.
Decay.
Hate.
Heartache.

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