drowning.

Lesioned blue lips
Of the winters bitter
In the pith of her soul,
Meet the blue
Underneath her.

How pure,
how sweet.

Shoved away, her
Pelagic musings,
Dotting her mind
With foam and corals.

Tears,
Drowned, where they belong,
Trickle away unseen.
Decamp the morbid​ world
Into the unknown.

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