Gull
how the calm sea roars
deep in lamentation
depth and presence beating
to storm upon these shores
and how the foul wind hungers
to taste acrid on my lips
lungs aching for salvation
exhale the screeching gull
how the calm sea roars
deep in lamentation
depth and presence beating
to storm upon these shores
and how the foul wind hungers
to taste acrid on my lips
lungs aching for salvation
exhale the screeching gull
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