sleepless, tearless
turning tides of late
consume my chances of solitude,
from every angle i feel
the creeping of the waves
slowly inching its deadly froth
engulfing the last ray of light
consume my chances of solitude,
from every angle i feel
the creeping of the waves
slowly inching its deadly froth
engulfing the last ray of light
posted by Janssen at
9:47 PM
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