June 12, 2010
By quietscorpio91 SILVER, Iselin, New Jersey
quietscorpio91 SILVER, Iselin, New Jersey
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The blistered rose held tight in your hands
is nourished by the salt water that escapes
your eyes after the flash of light.
Your smile twists into a frown
and your eyes fail to meet mine.
You descend further into silence,
not offering a word-an explanation.
You simply wave goodbye and disappear
like the ghosts that you once feared.

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