

untitledThere is no sunrise, today There is no love on this night The tide washed up on the shore, She was but one of its lonely rocks, Who would one day wear away with the tide. Or maybe be washed away with it.untitled
One could only take the smashing hit of the waves for so long, Until, the hard outer edge of the rock is broken into pieces. And the rock is no more.
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