Bunnies of White Rapids

i feel as swollen as lips of
her ever swirlin’
seas,

and the swell
seems to rhythm with
same thrum
churnin’
me,

if we make land,
it will be lone miracle
worth its blind
belief.

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image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Epidermis-The-Frosty-Lips-2/1145853/4732721/view

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