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Joxter Oct 2018
The wind is cold and fast
Her eyes--
Sea glass
Washed up on the sand
Among the shells and rock

She rushes over me
Waves beating at the shore
I drown in her

Salt water fills my mouth
My lungs
I can hear my heartbeat
And the shriek of gulls

I drown in her

— The End —