towards the sea
A young girl looks at the sea
the sea’s cold seed.
The body turns over
the speed of sand.
Of a rough and pure country
someone will say
‘but the book got lost’.
I listened. I imagined death.
A poem written with my bones.
I call to you despite everything.
A girl who looks at the sea.
the sea’s cold seed.
The body turns over
the speed of sand.
Of a rough and pure country
someone will say
‘but the book got lost’.
I listened. I imagined death.
A poem written with my bones.
I call to you despite everything.
A girl who looks at the sea.
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