When Mourning Dawns
All day your name has been against my mind and hurt me like the too frail loveliness of pear blooms in the rain.
All night my voice undefined has swung from star to star to call you back.
Tomorrow I will know that you can't come and after that I won't know anything but small hard shells against my bare feet and sand upon my lips at dawn.
*Just trying to get back into the groove of posting my work and commenting on the work of others, figured this would be a good place to start.*
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~Poppy~
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