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Dec 2013
You were the tactless happenstance
I had the favor to stumble upon.
So lost in clouds of judgment and secrets,
That you forgot yourself.

You are the ocean,
So different in each of the four directions.
I was swept away,
By the one that mattered least.

Turned me into a shipwreck,
Uncovering my deepest secrets.
You saw my fateful dissolution
As a priceless treasure.

Now that I’m useless and shattered
You flung me back to shore, away from you,
In your final tsunami,
Your tsunami of thrills, masks, deceptions─

Your tsunami of lies.
Piel Arcilla
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Piel Arcilla  the glade
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