the shores of atrophy

it's just encirclement, i said,
while she danced on, and freely;
upon the shores of atrophy
where we would stay, ideally

we'd talked of love, and stunted growth,
and kisses wet with madness:
it's just encirclement, i said,
but all had changed

to sadness

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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