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Homesick
As I sit here in your sweatshirt that I haven't given back yet I read our old messages and let myself pretend just for a moment that you didn't grow tired of me and we were still together and the most comforting wave of familiarity drowns me; I feel like I'm home again. Then the tides roll out and I'm left stranded with reality where comfort is replaced with tears and I've never felt so empty in my entire life.
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My world
And when I thought I found
my world, he fell in love with
the sun instead of the moon
he was drunk off her light
and never saw my alluring
attraction, but I will always
pull his tides in and out and
accept that this is all there
will every be of us, for anything
further is undiscovered and
forbidden
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #8: Write a Haiku or Tanka about the supernatural. The winner will be chosen by Prose based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. Winner will receive $100.
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