The crisp motion of ink instills
A chlorinated dream.
In the midst of a letter,
Love cringed.
A teardrop saved for tommorrow
a meter set for the
violet dream
another glance at the invisible sky
In the salty weather
Another gulp down the pipe..
Another drop of evaporated ocean
Heart of steel
in the midst of a letter
with true love to conceal.
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