Nothing But Brine
the waves have no burden
if they crumble
while they meet the shore
and
i have always been
more salt and sea
than flesh and bone
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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