the depraved morning sun
lashes out against the
simple black
starscape. the frost licks my cheek
and i can't have you;
not while pained red new rays
of the day
whip at my face. how i've dreamt
of sharing my ocean bed with
your hips
i want to bring you
to the bottom of the sea
so you never have to fear
pain again
i'm too late.
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