My ship was tossed at sea. There's naught but a gray cloud left, hanging wet in the sky like wash on a line. Down in the dark my hull is spotless, left unmarked and forever a mystery. The divers wonder what went wrong. There hangs the cloud, with every eye in the past. Only wet wash knows what rolled the decks, gulls and whales privy to the loss of the baby ship. Her heart sank, taking her body to the sea.
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It’s my poetry anon! It’s been so long, my dear!
That was beautiful, my love. Tears at the heartstrings. -wipes tear-
