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We will not eat this bread forever
Nor this soup stir
Scooped from this bowl
Empty as a sepulchre.
Nor cozy in our bed,
Nor spin neck to cheek,
Nor listen for each other,
Nor speak meaningfully.
We will go home together
Having played beautifully
Having eaten every drop
Back home to the sea.
Nor this soup stir
Scooped from this bowl
Empty as a sepulchre.
Nor cozy in our bed,
Nor spin neck to cheek,
Nor listen for each other,
Nor speak meaningfully.
We will go home together
Having played beautifully
Having eaten every drop
Back home to the sea.
Published 22nd Dec 2013
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Anonymous
22nd Dec 2013 8:46pm
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22nd Dec 2013 9:19pm
23rd Dec 2013 1:07am
I really like this one, whale; simple and perfectly beautiful. Honestly one of my favorite poems that i've read on this site yet.
23rd Dec 2013 11:14am
23rd Dec 2013 10:40am
this is beautiful. love will abide for all the days that we are allotted...
23rd Dec 2013 11:15am
24th Dec 2013 7:07am
25th Dec 2013 11:38pm
Anonymous
25th Dec 2013 10:20am
Melancholic piece, love the end, back to the sea...of where we came from....
25th Dec 2013 11:39pm
