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The second to last line was the hardest to write. Tada. Insight.

Submitted:Feb 20, 2011    Reads: 64    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

When the waves come to take us,
In salt and in haste,
We will all turn to beasts with claws drawn,
To cling to our selfish desires.

Would you risk everything for love?
Or is it worth a life without?
Come, find me.
Promise me you will never let go.

When the ice comes to take us,
In surge and attack,
We will all climb higher for one more minute of panic.
Make it count.


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