I always walk by the shores when the sun goes down. I like to bask under the fading skies as the waters erase my footsteps. I like how I can adore you with no mask of pretense. I adore you the way the water fades on my feet. Always coming back in waves. Always erasing my progress from getting over you. But you were a storm surge waiting to happen, and I don't know how to swim.
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PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
