The End
THE SUN BURNS ON MY FACE LIKE THE CRUST OF THE EARTH.
MY FLESH FEELS LIKE DEW AS IF I WERE FRESH FROM BIRTH.
I LONGED TO HEAR UR RASPY VOICE BLOWING THRU THE TREES.
AS IN OLDEN DAYS WHEN THE SOUND WOULD BRING ME TO MY KNEES.
I'VE OFTEN WONDERED WHAT I'D SAY IF I SAW UR FACE AGAIN.
BUT NOW THAT I HAVE IT'S BITTERSWEET AND NOW THIS IS THE END!!!!!!
Copyright © Julie Hill | Year Posted 2012
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