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Together at Last
take a walk to clear your head, I know it's full of smog but find refuge on the lakes shore. Let a siren drag you under till your lungs fill with a sweet sharpness. Join me in my grave beneath the sand, there we shall stay. Come with me dear I will never let you go. My icy hand will clench yours. But if you must leave I will alway be there waiting for you to come back.
Very eerie
This poem is very much like a ghost story. Its compression (always a sign of classic talent) implies a great deal more background than meets the reader's eye, and that adds to the overall emotional effect. I am very impressed by this. I wish I had been able to write like this when I was your age.
Starward