• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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NO THANK YOU

I will not look
I refuse to see.
Will close my eyes
Let my hair blind me

I will not hear
The wind in your voice
The ocean you sing
Ringing my ears

Cover my cheeks
Cover the blush
the rush of my own tides
rising.

Anchor me. I cannot fall
Into bottomless sky,
That sea where all
is full of empty.

There is too much to hold too
Much to lose
And refusal of the gift is
What I choose

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