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Yesterday I was told that I was air inventive and cool to the touch offering oxygen and ideas to breathless souls All I was to you was sea sewage forcing you to hold stale breath gripping onto other floating debris lovers And I was a shark circling waiting for the moment your weak grip slipped the last of dry flesh would sink under currant and there I was reaching for your perfectly rainbow arched feet I pulled you deeper and deeper until finally I let you slip back into a world where gravity was your enemy and I, left alone as a sea monster for ***** divers to gape at And here I am sifting through the sand trying to find purpose for our salty memories Do I bury them and hope they convert into nourishment for the algae? do I let them float to the surface and offer light to your pirate pals? Do I string them like pearls and adorn the humpbacks? I could stuff them into the fisherman's cages and let them surface back up to you to **** from crab claws But alas, captain Until I find a purpose for all of our ****** up suffocating memories I'll scoff at being labeld "air" and harbor those haunting pieces of you like the mossy skulls I lay with at the bottom of this dark ocean
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Bottom of the ocean
Yesterday I was told that I was air inventive and cool to the touch offering oxygen and ideas to breathless souls All I was to you was sea sewage forcing you to hold stale breath gripping onto other floating debris lovers And I was a shark circling waiting for the moment your weak grip slipped the last of dry flesh would sink under currant and there I was reaching for your perfectly rainbow arched feet I pulled you deeper and deeper until finally I let you slip back into a world where gravity was your enemy and I, left alone as a sea monster for ***** divers to gape at And here I am sifting through the sand trying to find purpose for our salty memories Do I bury them and hope they convert into nourishment for the algae? do I let them float to the surface and offer light to your pirate pals? Do I string them like pearls and adorn the humpbacks? I could stuff them into the fisherman's cages and let them surface back up to you to **** from crab claws But alas, captain Until I find a purpose for all of our ****** up suffocating memories I'll scoff at being labeld "air" and harbor those haunting pieces of you like the mossy skulls I lay with at the bottom of this dark ocean
lucanna
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
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