New Girl Gone too
fiction
edward w pritchard
Down, down again to the sea of accumulated sorrow,
to add a few drops of pain shared with you.
The sea flashes blood red
and then returns to a constant blue.
Should you wish to return,
excuse me if I don't arise from the oceans of forgetfulness;
rocking gently over purple waves.
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