How could you be a cavern?
I still smell the ocean.
There's naught for our time here.
I've learned, to do as I please.
The cat sits rows, and even columns behind you.
I've mastered the ending,
Now, let's begin on our knees.
The truth isn't frothing,
as it did in our youth,
An envy just beginning to teethe.
Let's smile the collapse
Of our ledges' fear-chancers.
This ocean's now learning to breathe,
and cast
and cast
and cast.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
How could you be a cavern?
I still smell the ocean.
There's naught for our time here.
I've learned, to do as I please.
The cat sits rows, and even columns behind you.
I've mastered the ending,
Now, let's begin on our knees.
The truth isn't frothing,
as it did in our youth,
An envy just beginning to teethe.
Let's smile the collapse
Of our ledges' fear-chancers.
This ocean's now learning to breathe,
and cast
and cast
and cast.
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