Beat of Life

Searching for that which was stolen.
Only to realise,
that never
I
want it retrieved.
For my bosom,
an empty cage.
For once a beat of my life,
now
throbbing for another.

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she and i

For she,
the ocean,
whispered my name.
For she,
the storm,
and i,
the sailor.
For she,
the tempest,
and i,
the cracked billow.

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