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Apr 25
The current died,
****** I’m afraid. It left her lying
wide awake. Maybe in another universe
she was treated right, The moon’s pull couldn’t
have drowned her, right? Would it be too much to
wave the question? To ask why her eyes turned Sahara
and dried up without the suns message? Golden hour wouldn’t matter if all that she thought about was the moons patterns. How
he brought rein,rain
and fkd up her ways
   to follow stars that le-
   ead to what really m-
   atters today . So with
  her   collapsed  coffin
   coral and fried tides ,
    she  decided it was t-
   ime for her like once
before comeback to life.
   Not a word not a sou-
      nd but a crash and s-
         plash,  at  last  she
           lives reflecting t-
               he moons attack,
                     as her water
                     pounds.
The moon killed the sea
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     Damocles
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