oh, how the depths whisper sweetly thy name,

as  sea foam outstretches and kisses the rain.

and oh, how the moon cries for the hopeless 

and the hills sigh so softly, helpless to thy pain.

and with my hand against thy empty breast 

i feel fathom pulsating blood, suppressed

thy heart gnarled by time, shredded and mauled

sapped were your ribs, when purloined from thy chest


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