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Friday, 30 November 2012
I am the message
In the bottle that never made it to
The shore’s embrace.
Floating across the expanse of
An unforgiving ocean
Answering to the moon.
I was written in soft black ink
Tender to the touch,
Intricacy woven in my strands.
Words that would fill a void
As deep and dark
As eternity.
I am the secret swirling with
the tide
The beauty, you forgot to find.