The coastward said to me I'm sorry but I couldn't find her. He'd crossed every ocean, but all there is are waters, calm surface floating. It's not the way she gets around, so next time you look, you better look at the bottom.
>How come this message won't get to you, the bottle breaks before reaching shore. In blood I wrote all these words of love, ereased and drenched by the ocean now.
The shelter attendant looked at the faded pictures I brought, he'd worked every nightshift for years, but never came across this one. Too bad you couldn't keep her, he said. I mean it's sad you lost all you had. If I found such a beauty myself, I'd never let her out of sight.
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Behind each wave. There's another twice as high and my arms twice as weak still not giving up.