To feel my ribs burning.
Your face is a stranger,
Your actions are stranger
for you are the stars to me
Rock me to sleep
in these storms of disaster
Wake me, early,
to sunrise & fire
Look out on the water,
not even a ripple,
not even a whisper
of shipwrecks beneath
These tides are torment.
Underneath the shifting skies,
I try to map the
unfamiliar oceans in your eyes.
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