you have eaten my seashell insides, but your mouth is still on mine
so they don’t leave, they stay

you have indian rug-burned me until i am the rawer than raw, but we are
doing this 12 feet underwater
so i burn quietly and painlessly

you have pulled emotions out of me with the tide that i wanted nothing
to do with, but they are the fairest of them all,
so they can stay

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