Who can handle the ocean tide on a full moon night? The dancing reflections on the surface paints a figure. The shadows lightened by the glow of a smile, her tendril heart watches over the sea kelp beds.

Is it the early
gray morning
that produces the melancholy
between midnight and 1am?

The stars
and cheer you
while i waste away
in this body of blue.

No one here ever expects the truth. The siren song subdued.


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