Lost ImaginationI've been swimming for a year, missing and perverted, on ocean currents. No sleeping here.Lost Imagination
No sweet escape.
Drifting I come
to the place I am lost in, desperate choice. Beneath the eggshell ocean surface, or eternal jetsam.
A cave.
Sharp rocks break sharp water, and sharp words. The rock will lose to the ocean doomed to simple waves.
Hello all
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