Driftwood – A Poem
My blood is bound to water
The sea salt’s in my veins
My drifting bones bleach under sun
Hoping to find a place to rest
Until the next violent tempest

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My blood is bound to water
The sea salt’s in my veins
My drifting bones bleach under sun
Hoping to find a place to rest
Until the next violent tempest