roses in december

 into the ocean
05:28 AM on August 22, 2009 in the future, Creative Writing

you are nothing
I have seen before
come surging in
my broken door

my bed afloat
my books at sea
my home drowned
unharbored me

you with the gall
to flood my fears
crash my knees
and demand tears

I will know you
as you know me
world washed away
finally set free

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