Don't come near me.
I am bold and dainty.
By the rocks, on the shore,
a hat in tow,
I live by the sand.
You won't find me.
I am mercurial.
and there is no crab-shell.
I hate being the sand.
It's better to be
the vapour in oceanic breeze,
than salt in sea water.
It matters, and not.
Like a kill and a shootout.
Allegorical vainness, all.
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I haven't been writing. I've just ruffled and ruined my own enough.
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