You are a
perfectly-fit
rhyme
for an epic
but sadly
isn't long
enough to
even start
with the
characters
YOU ARE READING
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?
