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seen from Russia
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Adrift by the Moon and the Tide.
I am me.
I know no others like me, because I have felt none other like me.
I thought I did.
I would be pulled by the reflections of lights, and turn back and see myself in the sea and witness a halo of who I never was.
I would fall fall hard at such a velocity where water would be a wall and the impact so quick, as it happened I’d be enveloped and caressed by drowning sense of regret.
Death?
Are these thoughts mine are they simply a reflection that I have the ability to reiterate.
I know My words are romantic and I wish for them to be;
but they are reminiscent of a past that’s it littered with tragedy that eventually at some deep in the smile a sliver of the moon.
I miss you and I am crying far distant from the memories I have left the identities I have crafted with you, are me.
The now me, and the now you is the words never shared. Yet I still feel pulls of a face pulling my attention as hers.