If this expression could hold
Upon the waves, upon the frames of dusk
I would keep myself upon the shore
And know the tide upon my toes
If this expression drowned
Upon the sunken ships
I would never soar beneath the waters
And know the depth of our burn
To the driest sun
And if you could find me in blue
Dressed in charcoal seashells
Will I follow your expression
That light upon the fringe
Escaping my dire lips


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