all life's washed out
and washed up on this shore;
pale bones &
tides ignore our pleas,
and our "please"
and our most pleasant thoughts.
tonight's a night to stay indoors
& count the blessings the night affords
ours...our weary souls,
all full of holes
and loss and death
and the "i wish i told"s
all washed upon this shore.
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