Tell me again
the story of loneliness,
of storms we cannot see.
Rainy whitecaps whipping and
icy currents.
Roaring mourning.
Descending to dark depths
where sweet and brine stir to combine.
Sweet & Brine
Writer | Copy Editor
Writer | Copy Editor
Tell me again
the story of loneliness,
of storms we cannot see.
Rainy whitecaps whipping and
icy currents.
Roaring mourning.
Descending to dark depths
where sweet and brine stir to combine.
Nicely written hunny!
The storms of home owning lol
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Thank you so much, Smiggs! ❤ I always appreciate your support here.
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