Was it not enough my shame
caused agonys cradle full.
Waves pulse swelling in
shallows endless breaths.
Dark listless weeping crys
dripping you spend salted.
Taper blades sheathed thus
leaving filled comming back.
Fullness outward trust a peak
waters lush valleys fertile field.
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