Released
I know nothing of,
Such pleasures of pearls,
Just withered pictures,
Of drowned petals.
Floating in the water,
Of sin and sacrifice,
When the mirror,
Becomes what is seen.
Yet a song to bleed,
In sweats salty taste,
The oceans face,
Spraying my dreams.
Copyright © Justin Robbins | Year Posted 2011
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