The angry tide
The beach swept clean
Refuse returned to the slumber of the sea
The frozen snows
Such bitter cold
Ground disguised, glistening winter freeze
The haunted house
All empty rooms
Cavities and mouldings hold mysteries
The ocean ship
Pitches, rolls away
The storm that blows onward drunkenly
All these things
Broil and seethe
In relentless dreams I drown, I scream
I dream about all sorts of stuff. I know you do too.
Care to share?
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