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

the fucking sky deceives me each night

lies to my face, taunts when I turn my back

I feel Orion welcome me, then leave me

stars, like birds of the night, mock me

spitting in my eyes with their ancient light

how can I compete with that