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Her demons, and the sharks

In pale moonlight,

She bathes.

Letting ocean waves,

Crach and break against her.

 

With each forceful hit,

A piece of her,

Strippped away.

Her demons, the sharks, have come to play.

 

Each bite.

Each cut,

Pierced her skin,

Until there was no blood left to bleed.

◄ Wishing for sacred peace.

All Along ►

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