I’m more girl than storm these days
Less roar; more
moan
You’re so smoothly
in and out, abstracted
tide
Would it kill you to kill me a little
between spring-neap cycles, between
breaths
I’m
so
landlocked
I’m more girl than storm these days
Less roar; more
moan
You’re so smoothly
in and out, abstracted
tide
Would it kill you to kill me a little
between spring-neap cycles, between
breaths
I’m
so
landlocked
Credit: Aubrey Dunn
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