Evening tides,
a dark seascape,
on a moonless night.
A foot in time,
one still behind,
not here, not there.
Eat your heart out.
If no light pours through,
do it again.
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Evening tides,
a dark seascape,
on a moonless night.
A foot in time,
one still behind,
not here, not there.
Eat your heart out.
If no light pours through,
do it again.
f
154