leaving behind the melting prints
of those hearts who yearned
it more.
Washed up on shore
disappear within the oozing
sores
found by those
who longed before.
Washed up on shore
drenched in lovers
kisses
fighting for life
with angry hisses.
Washed up and
thrown away,
and I pray
you'll be back again.
Some
day.
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