Haunted
"There is a splendor dissatisfaction in the crimson wave of red
That brightens at the moonlights touch
Stripped bare of the shore that guides it home
The hollow taste of freedom lingers where love used to lie,
Ribbons of sand dancing in the soft stretch of wind
Reaching the waves as tender droves in the night
Washing all sins goodbye"
Anna Catherine
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