Golden waves of sound
The language of the ocean
Toes in the glass
She pulls us closer to the blood edge
Her words are those of a poet
Crabs in the underworld
Squid ink on my toes
Staining black on pink
The redish pink of raw toes
Raw from running on the wind
Chasing guls to the clouds
Don't forget this
This moment in the water
And the glass pulls us down
me and you down into the dark
cold ocean waves
The language of the ocean
Toes in the glass
She pulls us closer to the blood edge
Her words are those of a poet
Crabs in the underworld
Squid ink on my toes
Staining black on pink
The redish pink of raw toes
Raw from running on the wind
Chasing guls to the clouds
Don't forget this
This moment in the water
And the glass pulls us down
me and you down into the dark
cold ocean waves
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