Gil Raff


Perfect storm,
You’ve come to strip me of my confused life.
Growing in secret between ice and wind,
Fallen by grace into this imperfect test,
Chosen by a creator fabulous and unseen,
Toying with his oceans born of blood.
The salty lovers locked in a sea of tides
Bound together, lips clocked to the moon
Bringing life to another confused replica

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