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Hollylane · 11-15-2011, 10:51 PM

As I watched, the freshly corked bottle was born away on the greedy frigid arms of the sea. Contained within, was the note you left me the day you chose to die. My face glowed from the cold kiss of the saline wind, and when my tongue touched my lips, I couldn’t tell whether I tasted the salt of the ocean or my tears. Standing in front of the vastness of the Pacific, I felt so alone and empty without you there.

~Hollylane 11/15/11

11-15-2011, 10:51 PM	#30
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,373 Times in 5,877 Posts Rep Power: 21474860	As I watched, the freshly corked bottle was born away on the greedy frigid arms of the sea. Contained within, was the note you left me the day you chose to die. My face glowed from the cold kiss of the saline wind, and when my tongue touched my lips, I couldn’t tell whether I tasted the salt of the ocean or my tears. Standing in front of the vastness of the Pacific, I felt so alone and empty without you there. ~Hollylane 11/15/11