March 26, 2008
By Megan Francis, Park City, UT

Tears roll down the temples of her face,
a salty residue is leaving its trace. ?Sitting up, ?a tear ?? drops

to her lips. ?Hitting her tongue ?like her memories of the bittersweet sea.
She met him there last summer, ?dared not fall again. ??Until that kiss,
it said it all, ?without saying a word. ?
Her heart ?fell
for him, ?much further from reach than the last. ?
Loosing in this war,
she could not bare. ?Maybe lost the battle?now was it already war?

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