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SALT WALL BURNING.
By Ross E F Lombardi
WIP
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On this wall.
This wall of Salburn,
Of This town of Salburn by the Sea.
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On this wall.
Where the woman who once loved me,
Once waited,
Once waited here for me.
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In this damned wall,
This wall of pain.
This Salty Burn by an acidic memory Sea.
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My imagination haunts me.
As she now holds another man,
Another man in her arms.
A man who is not me.
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My self-flagellating cruel mind will,
Rip my heart and soul.
Tears a tear from eye.
A constant gut-repeated punch,
That will not let be.
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For I know.
No one now,
Will ever mourn,
Or ever wait again,
Wait again for me
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