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Oct 2021
steer then forward
moons slide by
hustling days on
talking go
unchanging Iβ€”
say, not really.
an uncovered death
slowly stirring
I await, await
the blooming, as
sounds of bees
fade and fly
however patient
gold-licked lakes my skins,
sweet grief is my food
dusk-dipped despair
my bed
steer then onwardsβ€”
laced my sleep
with seas' gentle excitements

Lazy Ramblings - I
Written by
Ayesha  19/F/Silver Sea
(19/F/Silver Sea)   
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