I won't make it off either coast.
Backs bend, bows break
Because we hunt each other.
I can't shake off your summer ghost.
Shapes bend, seas ache.
Because we haunt each other.
In a former life we were tied to each other by the string of a kite.
We can't take flight tied to a beached whale.
I can't say what I'll miss the most.
Headwinds, or crow's beak, filling a wide
Eyed summer.
I can't shake off your lonely ghost. The great end where tides
Break, before...
In a former life we were tied to each other by the string of a kite.
We can't take flight tied to a beached whale.
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