Byr
I will stop regretting.
But what I said about disappointment is true,
we don't need to insist on it.
After we freed the monster
then it comes back to devour you and me.
I was looking out to sea this afternoon,
while the beach was empty.
The deafening blue.
The mist as an absurd.
I know those birds weren't seagulls,
the ships weren't that beautiful...
The aggressive birds.
The ships floating in a desert.
You didn't see me crying,
you're wrong,
it was just my head that hurt.
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