A QUIET SPOT
LIVE THE STORY
CARRY ON
Hit me.
Strike me.
I will carry on.
Soak me.
Shake me.
I will carry on.
Sink me.
Drown me.
I’ll still be here.
OF THE SEA
In a bottle.
So sweet and pure.
Let it be free.
To swim once more.
TRAPS
“Spider Engineers” (1956)
Traps to set.
We set for ourselves.
With lies and deceit.
And so much to hide.
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