Her captain returned home Sails billowing in the wind The grass tangled in her fingers A gasp at the sight Tumbling down a hill into the harbor She followed her heart to the dock And gorged herself on the saltwater brine Of her lover’s mouth -rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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Temple of my youth overgrown with vine seeking refuge looks like giving up to people on the outside -rjm
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