Surrounded in rising of a sea’s shore,Lying-in being washed & carried insecure,
conk & await I of a breath long gone,
Washed long adrift & away, in my gore is a hurt..
The world’s turned back & walls it built are here long gone,
The depth at it’s rained confines, is used to my kind,
Burns first the last of a smile –in maelstrom I am alive,
Will I be a concoct, a story that is heard only in precludes of hurt?
Strum me a last-the sea-shells & in voices that last,
Words that fit in my vested heart!
(anon..blasphemy of mermaids & angel)
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