My Lovers GoneThe waves rise and then crash. Fall and then drop. Forming a white foam that swells upon the shore. On top of the a cliff settles a dainty bungalow, with large French windows opening up the sea view. It’s quiet, almost dead. The night air fills the place with its soft essence that inhales people to sleep. Its silent. She sleeps, as the sea echoes through the French windows. The sea breeze hypnotizing her to sleep, peacefully and unaware. She’s warm and safe wrapped among the soft white sheets, puffing out a sweet smell. She smiles as she dreams. In her small world she feels happy, as she senses the sea’s soft and gentle rhythmic mMy Lovers Gone
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