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Monday, 1 April 2013

Heartbreak


Dark red, like the veins in the blood running dry.
Copper, as the salty sea rusts her sides.
Sinking, like a shipwreck.  Shoreless trapped
to bottom abyss, forever in stillness wrapped.
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