Waves lap
at the edges of the evening
claim me
in programmed high tide
Come close to breaking
over the shore
a scream or a chuckle
the coil of sleep or serpents
_
at the edges of the evening
claim me
in programmed high tide
Come close to breaking
over the shore
a scream or a chuckle
the coil of sleep or serpents
_
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