the waves rush through

By
the waves rush through
flushing my body of imperfection.
the high tide takes over
pushing me onto the cold tile.
the mindless seagles settled at the
top of the ocean sever my judement.
the dephths of the midnight blue pull
me in deeper.
i cannot float to freedom until i am empty.





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