So to find

A name

Wash a way to get


From all

The remained once

Has changed

Over tidal sands saved

Which I fish for

Grams of crystallized

Trust by hand

I must

I might

One night

Walking through the strict

Flames of another day

Fire my deep shame

Silent despair

Crying iron chains

Unsettled minds with

Magical touches cured fine

Cruel arsenic

Make believed tales

I find, I could

Could have been mine

Outer waves

Cut through

Membranes I've

Kept safe

And codes can be seen

Blown away

Written in salt

Auto self clean

This life

I've been given

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