Slowly she drowned, with no air in her lungs
She cried, but who heard
A passersby thought nothing of the tide stained rose
She waved but to a ghost
She closed her eyes fully trusting and clutching her captor
And fell asleep
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Author:
wingsinrecovery (
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- Category: Sad
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