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Love No More
Sea of salt, From crusted tears dripped. The roaring of his soul as it fled. Vacant eyes that stare, A skeleton moldering on the shore. His love thrust a dagger into his breast The day she spoke the words I love no more. It whirled around, around in his head, A silent scream, madness descended. And as the wind toyed with disheveled hair, A mist appeared and gathered him in... As vacant bloodshot eyes stared, Spitting sea foam splayed the air. While the sea, gently rocking, carried him to bed.Read the full of Love No More