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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coulda woulda shoulda

tough and simple must be happy

I could send my soul to sea unguarded

let it wash into this life

I could have wings, I could have two hearts

I could be the sea when I thought no one was looking

possess her as she would my soul, and be beauty

I could marry the night, I could fly to her side

crashing and roaring, I would be strong