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Despair

It comes in waves, 

The ones morning sun shines 

over in silence, 

It begins with shallow breathes, 

Then the sorrow creeps 

condemns.

 

And with her hands, 

She brushed her cheeks in 

despair,

Loathing the tears cascading 

towards the sand.

◄ Blue

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