Beauty sits. She waits for me

She spreads her legs across the sea

And in between: Eternity, what could have been and what might be

Beauty turns, away from me. And pours her blood into the sea

It flows like wine, such ecstasy

As beauty fades, and calls to me…

 

 

 

 

 

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