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the hiss of the ocean spray
adding salt to aching wounds.
pitifully wretched,
in foreign tongues in foreign seas,
i whisper
i cry out to nameless gods.
wo bist du, meine liebe?
où es-tu, mon amour?
i blindly stumbled across the vast expanse
of skin and sun soaked smiles
coming to rest at your feet
the whole of the ocean within me,
swirling within me
drowning and choking the words
desperately abandoning ship.
forsaken
waves crash upon shores
littered with blood, bone and
the casualties of
love.