You were never mine
You belonged to the pines
To the empty teal bottles
Sitting on the distressed shelves
Of stripped saloons
In hidden ghost town
You were never mine
In the sense that
The starts are not the sky's
Even though
Oh does it care for them
You were never anyones
And you never will be
Because the ocean once tried to claim the shells from the shore
And now they lay in ash
Broken to sand
And the rest is hopeful plastic
You were never human
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The Silent Ones
Não FicçãoA collection of poems and words about my life. About life itself. About humanity
