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  • Writer's pictureChelsea Joy Arganbright

Rogue Wave | 25 Years Old | Perth, Australia

I am the rogue wave

Crashing upon your shore

Dissipates without a trace

Leaves you wanting more

I am the glance

Of an infinite moment

Embittered on your tongue

The love which you felt for me

Before I had the chance to run

The prosperous affair

A widow's tragic weeping

I am the breath you thought you stole

But it is my voice I'm keeping

I surrendered to the calling

I bowed unto the vision

But sea salt burns my eyes

and currents cease to be imprisoned

Beacon for wayward souls

Drifting atop the sea

The full moon's glow radiating

What will be, will be

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