she wept me an letter

we
never
received it

she cried it
into
an
bottle

each teardrop
was bound
open
throttle

there came an knock

knocking
on
the
door

she awoke from
her slumber

then
she
kissed me
from under

as my mouth
was her sea shore

waves started crashing
her tide not found alone
for
it
is
i
the
sand
attracting
mere fragments reflecting stone

she wept



me in


an
letter
?












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..
.