Written, Reside

I’m here, where you left me – you know where to find me.

The sound the waves make, as the waves break, on the sand. The sound your lips make, as they close, around my mouth. The sound of sirens pierce the silence of the night. The sound of thunder – like an air raid, in the sky.

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