As the waves rapped in query
I studied some words so sad
Words she likely knew
Words seemed so pale
‘That is not it, at all
That is not what I meant at all'
Is this what she thought?
She leaves needle and thread
Down here for dead
A fondness for familiar she had
Left only a title in her wake
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Second of five.
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