Salt beds and tears
So crisp,
Nighttime, the moon
Brings an eclipse.
Wounds, cuts, and holes
Pain sharp,
The songbirds sing
Like a harp.
Shallows and hollows
Tend to lapse,
The hunting lone wolfs'
Legs beg to collapse.
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This poem is incomplete cause I'll never find more words that rhyme well by myself and there's a surprise, a double update so check the next one too!
Your lil girl
