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Picture #4
The flavor of you
hangs on every surface
slowly the earth
swallows the sun
regretting each breath
drawn heavily on
memories old beaches
where chance pretends
it really, really cares
certain to erase
traces left by tears
and etched by salt
even the seagulls
abandon me here
by Christina Brown
3 comments:
Gorgeous imagery, Christina!
Is this your site? I absolutely love it!
I found it through Bon and Mot's spooky entry about the mask!
I'll be back and may even find the courage to post a story or poem of my own:)
Maryanne
Christina! This is great!
TJ
where chance pretends
it really, really cares
Hey! I wish I said that! Wonderful!
V
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