I plucked you out
Of the grimy sand
And I'm keeping you all for my own.
Squirming and dry
Out in the sun
Vulnerable, beautiful, fine.
The clouds shed doubt
In my tight clutched hand
Coaxing to drop and disown.
Scarred and awry
A tad bit undone
Disoriented, dismal, mine.














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~ In saturnine, sweetness, Horatio Fin
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