Uit: The Comfortfactory

imagine, this wild whirl of your tears
a quiet peril at its core
how did you ever wind up here
how will you ever find a shore


still it’s unclear where we will go
perhaps with time, but maybe not
i wonder if it matters though

if we appear to be
not anyone
just drops that flee

for we will fade into a salty sea
of tears, our longings on the side
flowing from ebb to flood to falling tide.

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