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Defined isolation- she aches into the salt drowning
Its still too quiet in this place,
were death and silence a paired perfection
or an ask for the blessing of being?
Dont, remain speachless,
now and hear my skin age,
as I feed the moisture with every blink of an eye..
This is what we came for.
I idle toward the exit I cannot find;
entrapped inside the unprepared flow..
