You my chorus

The end product of the poem-writing game:

I am a little stiller around the edges
Shift-shaping on the inside
now that you are gone from
the place where frost
reaches out
The days overflow quickly
as you kiss me too much
goodbye
as the waves whisper against my toes
I wander through the wonder
wanting more
almost tasting a thrill
skipping over it like stones on water.

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Credit to:
me
Emma
Q
Priya
Maya
Summermoon
Cassandra
Noel
Faith
R.
Alla
Erin
Every time it rains she just feels a lot better...

I will now pass the baton of hosting to Summermoon.