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Sep 05
poem
sarcasimish

RUTH

I inhale your scent just wondering what you meant, I gazed into the night, what a beautiful sight, the moon and stars, like bright dotted scars, the wind whips me, all vibrant and free, whispering to me, whisking out to the sea, taking bits and pieces of thee, I hum an old tune, walking into the dune, the sand; soft, yet brittle, it digs into my skin little by little, I walk to the water, dropping your jotter, I start to tread, making my bed, but,  I realize the truth, twas a great deal of ruth.
 
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Posted: 09.05.18
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  1. kat_writer
    Oct 11, 2018

    You have definitely left me wondering!
    Nice Rhyming!

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  1. sarcasimish
    Oct 12, 2018

    Oh, thanks!

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