the winds of the sea
are carrying carrying
carrying me far far far
and i am peeking behind
hair long and cold and
there is no one to be
seen anywhere.
breaking
breaking
the feeling of illness —
Poetry & Flash Fiction
the winds of the sea
are carrying carrying
carrying me far far far
and i am peeking behind
hair long and cold and
there is no one to be
seen anywhere.
breaking
breaking
the feeling of illness —
Bit dark. But beautiful.
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