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Monday, December 15, 2014

Let it Sink Quietly.

You will remember the shape 
of my footprints.

You'll take with you my sadness
and crash it about.

Transformed into joy and frothiness,
 let it sink quietly, bubbles in the sand.

Spread wide out to be baked 
by the warmth of the sun until it is no more.

Only what is left of me, the essence, 
you shall take into your very depths. 

And I shall smile.

Down and still down into your dark 
and sacred memory. Forever.



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