Optimus Prime

Rookie (11-14-1988 / California)

Gone Fishing

it lays me down to rest
as I’ve been here for some time
with the line drawn tight piercing my lip
you crave the salmons sweet flavor
and pick my bones from between your teeth
I’m that fish that’s caught with ease
if it means your smile
I thirst for you like water
as this sand offers no hope

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