Anechoic

 

Sitting folding paper boats,

sending them off out to sea,

silly stuff and anecdotes,

bits of best and worst of me.

 

Sitting sifting through the tide,

searching for a ripple back,

night falls and I lift my pride,

save it from the drowning lack.

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