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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá

Shore of nevermore

I am walking on the ceiling of your dreams

In an undressed dandelions of snow

When my heart in silence screams

Dipping my mind into a grieving glow.

You left me there, on your seaskin

Gazing at your neck shore,

Loomed up in my mourning stream

In our tides of nevermore.

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