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Departure

When you leave,
Weeks, maybe months from now;
I will hold you
Till our fingertips slip off
Each other’s;
And wonder if there ever was
An Us;
Because if there was, baby,
There will be no wait any sweeter,
For even a thousand miles apart
When our hearts beat,
There will be a little bit of
You in me
And a little bit of
Me in you.

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Blue

The fragile boat could barely stand the tumult of the sea;
As ferocious waves washed over it, the ink drowned first, its colour spreading to unfathomable depths.

Feet soaked firmly in sand and eyes capturing every detail, a voice echoed across the blue expanse;
“The deepest secrets of my heart now lie in yours.”