Ambling along the lorn shoreline
Each footfall soul-crushing shells
Hushed husks of discarded loves
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Fists balled in the hollow of the eyes Sat in the old, creaky wicker chair The scream stuck in the pharynx Blue-overalls despair taking ho...
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