photos in their pockets,
They left the seas
And picture scenes
To keep it but
They've lost it
asylum of the open
asylum of the sea
these photos now are broken
these pools are full of tea
bones and cones and dark realities
could only own our broken history
These walls were rose on blood filled nights
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Otters, Tea, & Poetry
PoetryA poetry book written in dedication of a therapist. TW: Dark thoughts of suicide mentioned
