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There, at the river cradle,
where the sea becomes
a second heart, I remembered
the last time I saw you: knees
pressed against my chest,
your eyes crying enervated,
dismantled tears.
Member-only story
There, at the river cradle,
where the sea becomes
a second heart, I remembered
the last time I saw you: knees
pressed against my chest,
your eyes crying enervated,
dismantled tears.