Fresh Grace Stolen

the feather of a girl was lost
under the pier's reflection
when the summer was
impossible supreme
soon the moon drowned in the foam
salt water and blood
tainted her tongue
her fresh grace stolen
her long hair trampled
on the cold bank
in its deep hold
her soul sank
she played with her puppy on the lawn
as sounds of the sea
were stilled under a painful

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