Beached
There are numbers on my days
I don't know what they are,
but
I remember when water was silver
and I could skate on sand,
lost
horizons undulating curves
rocks loom dark, shiny,
there
are ghosts in the water
please look for me.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2017-03-18 at 01:06
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