Wave of Skepticism
What are we, if not seafarers?
Writing words and aspirations to escape,
Kraken's grasp of deep dark seas.
Of turbulent brains during the storm.
A wave of skepticism, as if love was magic.
Isn't conceivable that this never occurs.
Written: November 29, 2022
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