High Tide
The tide is coming, sweetheart,and we're going to be washed
away from our own darkness
and into murky waters that
cannot compare.
This house was built on sand,
sweetheart, and no matter how
hard you hit it {me},
it {I}
cannot be compressed,
compacted,
or crushed.
Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2015-06-14 at 05:06
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