My siren's song
is good for only use.
one
Upon these rocks,
I've laid my head
too
be smashed.
"Stay with me," she whispers,
while her voice amplifies
the sea -fold.
three
Her faceless features
whir,
and it is here that
she becomes
forth
coming.
Write or wrong, it's still in poor taste.
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