the house slips
quietly
into the blue sea,
the water rising
and etching
out the cliffs
of soft
dirt, and sand.
it was no
place to plant
a home, but
the view was
great for a while.
remember me
when i'm
gone too.
quietly
into the blue sea,
the water rising
and etching
out the cliffs
of soft
dirt, and sand.
it was no
place to plant
a home, but
the view was
great for a while.
remember me
when i'm
gone too.
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