whose song should i sing
my ration has extended the
place i call safe
but still, drifting on waves
the ocean had infected me and
my blood tastes of salt.
the soul-place with iron walls and rusty
locks
you remember, the place we hid from the
mourning? the sunlight,
the daylight, the twilight.
How dark the night and cloudy skies-
remember the day we played in
the rain? You laughed at first,
but the glistening light
reflecting off the raindrops
running down my face was infectious.
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