Sea water soul

in the shape of tears

Stranded in the wake of fears

On my loneliest island in the swamp

Wrapped up in a degenerative funeral pomp

Safety in the conundrum sphere of immaculate omission

Plastered, calcified upon the definition of truth in the promise of foods

Stuffed under and couched without trace nor timbre and my mind loses pace

 

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