An Ethereal Soul
I'm yet in the deep...and I'm stark forlorn
prod the ocean.
he vented, "I'm not Noah."
If you are not, how could it be aired to me?
you are both my sonnet and my book
what is the exposed scheme?
you'd me
the whole was truant
Where will we meet? to perceive or grasp
a stained bruise in yours
garnish yourself with my vicinity
on scheme, the slash fostered a spirit
Written: March 15, 2022
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