Undeserving
She stares at the ocean.
The waves crashing and falling.
Crumbling, Like an avalanche.
Everything falling apart.
For you can’t ride the boat.
You are imobile.
People do everything for you.
A King they would murmur.
Chasing you, begging for your attention.
Although you fear publicity.
But when that crocodile ran you up that tree
did you dare to b...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:05 pm
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