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Esoteric Submission

It’s only a slip if you’ve lost your grip but it’s not a grip if you keep on slippin’.
1 year ago. Saturday, July 20, 2024 at 11:09 AM


I found the key that kept the ocean locked away,
I opened the door,
 a wanton whore,
and said the things that I never did say.

Loved hard and hardly loved,
the larking lark sings,
no longer the broken little dove.

I poured the ocean into a cask of wood,
I sealed the bore,
still a wanton whore,
and did the thing that you said I never could.


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