...Yet another sad breakup poem
I am at the turning of the tide
Couldn't hold it if I tried
It all goes out together
My sustenance
And leaves me dry
Sitting on these crags
My company in the sun
Will You give me salt water to drink?
As I meet another age alone
No use, no use, chasing the tide
everything I've done
no longer hid
the change has come
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