Rumor has it the lake is a graveyard, she says.
There are bones down there, tumbled smooth and
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She,
a wayward rock comes flying
through the vault of heaven crashing
into you.
You are struck,
captivated by the impact,
and before you can even flicker
a piece of you
is gone.
Her,
love is an arrant thief
in the night forever,
in your orbit forever,
summoning your waves forever,
yours.
a wayward rock comes flying
through the vault of heaven crashing
into you.
You are struck,
captivated by the impact,
and before you can even flicker
a piece of you
is gone.
Her,
love is an arrant thief
in the night forever,
in your orbit forever,
summoning your waves forever,
yours.