You said to me; 'there are more fish in the sea'. As if my lungs breath salt water....
The salted air brines my lungs, two frail dark wings. Out here The dying silhouette of fronds...
Rain dances on the tin roof a bright garden of sound like one million watery prayers to God and Bhudda and Allah and all the patron saints...
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