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.
