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Oh come to me!
From the windswept clifftop
She could see below
Far below into the cove
Where lay, a body upon the sand
And, dragged by tide,
A waving hand
It swayed like the branch
Of a wind-laden tree
Come to me
Oh come to me!
A breath of chill
Now, caressed her skin
Whilst staring down at the cove
And the figure within
And upon her grasped
Su...
Wednesday 28th October 2020 5:37 pm
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