Nov 24, 2009 21:01
It moves over my heart like waves on the sand in repetitive smooth motions.
surge.
crash.
lengthen.
retreat.
surge.
crash.
lengthen.
retreat.
but it was never about control. it was always about my degree of acceptance.
i need
amnesia to set in, sometimes.
poetry
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