Perhaps
staying inland
was safer
than sailing but
as stubborn
as I ever am,
I took plight
in a battle
I've long been defeated for
because if
there's few of what's left
of love in me,
I'd gladly waste
it all on you
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Albeit flawed,
PuisiI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
