my darling; days past death now
only a corpse. spread in faith across my jewels, but glows dim.
her frown sinks deeper than tides I cast to her shore.
foreign wreckage offers romance,
yet drowns further her chapped lips may eagerly stretch.
damage kindles against the beach, to even walk upon its sand troubles me! these feet tremor in your sands, I will not need them! let vicious islands poison them, obliterate them even as I trudge!
only if the empty sun greets us both, I will hold you in my arms.
my kiss; the water dancing to your shore,
the sun hugging labored horizon,
lost zealously in your forest.

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