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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2244058

When the world reflects my own heartbreak.

Lost
Summer 2018


I lost a mountain and three hills, one rainy Saturday.
They vanished in a rolling mist that turned the skyline gray.
The other half of sky remained a perfect arch of blue:
Reminder that I had the world, but still was lost to you.
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