Every time is different, yet it is the same. Only this time, it is different; she’s in the distant plane. The lighted path lost, but still both oars in the water. Moving everywhere but nowhere, something has got her. Drowning, but she still breathes air. Motionless, yet she functions fair. Cries for saving echo off the endless rippling surface. She waves back as she disappears, but she is wordless. Wickedness in her eyes is all to see. What once was will never again be. I don’t think she will be coming back. There is no more color; there is only black. What will she do while I wait? It’s cruel
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