ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
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Forward
Backward

I miss the rotary saw in my stomach

the paperclip knives in my heart

and the manta rays in my head

they brought the sea to my face

now it’s gone

I used to weep for who I was

what I lost

now I’ve forgotten and I sleep with the monster