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　　I pace along the shorelineas as the
　　sinks like a—sinking heart, bleeding
　　its final embers into the 　　　salt.
　　The horizon is a jagged line of gold
　　and bruised purple, a 　 beautiful
　　wound thatーnever quites heals. I
　　walk this cooling sand as derelict;
　　soul, watching—the tide creep in to
　　swallow the footprints of those who
　　came before—a reminder that we are
　　all just something waiting to be 🫀
　　consumed by the dark. التهمني

　　I find myself craving for a companion
　　to grow with another, a hunger where
　　we might partake of each other's
　　silence. My spirit offer its marrow to
　　those; writing / art commissions,
　　profile needs. If you wish to become
　　one with me before the light fails
　　entirely, send a word to Morvethra.id
　　Let us see if our shadows taste of the
　　same salt. 　　　　آه، كم أتوق إلى رفيق