UNREST
prosecuted
with thoughts,
a punishment
of the soul
at unrest,
looking through
the forest
to the sea,
surrounded by
a rising tide,
washed over
while pressing
the line,
holding tightly
the breath
of words,
hidden nearby
as treasures
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Author:
shadow424 (
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