you haunt me like tides my love
I feel your pull when the moon is full
with each changing moment enough
to spin the whirlpool that would catch me
I feel your hand could pull me up and out
or drag me down to drown with mine
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
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