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The beach where you held my hand was sweet;
electric calm between us flowed -
peace like nothing I had known.
I thought you were my man.
Then you stopped talking.
Two days later,
I saw you
stroking
her.
About the Creator
Heather Scott
Writing, to keep my sanity and make some sense of the world, while keeping watch over my five children as a single parent.
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