A grave is being dug for the remnants of OUR love.
It will a shallow grave.
I will move on.
Taking my battered heart to the sea.
I will be there for a day.
From there my search for love will go on.
Sunday winding down. The sun is headed west as the angry wind makes the trees dance for its pleasure. It can claim it did it to counter th...
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