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Lost to Sea
I’m raising waves and sweeping chords
to serenade my shores destroyed
to watch the waves’ falsely applaud
to pull the dead in with the tide.
A pirate scabbard of spoken word
holds my tongue back from the void
to spread my tired soul abroad
to bring the dead in with the tide.
to serenade my shores destroyed
to watch the waves’ falsely applaud
to pull the dead in with the tide.
A pirate scabbard of spoken word
holds my tongue back from the void
to spread my tired soul abroad
to bring the dead in with the tide.
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