Has since been pillaged, was nothing more than an exercise anyways.
breeze as brushes sweeps sad debris
leaves rustle by the orchard
forward, sidevias, lengthfool
a rental on the bayside
beyond the bar, a hidden treasure
sunken eyes from lack of sleep
filled to the brim, damp and salty.
tears on the head of the ore
at a lack of mined experience
mente naivety
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submission to sea salt crests
battering port tip-top capsized
flipped, providing a young cod
passage on a great via azzurra
past a bobbing orb in murk
as gulls lazily swim by
Bot Without My Daughter
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