Like a soldiered anchor, stationed on the crystal blue shore. In the luminous ocean, by a sacred land. My love for you awaits. I am buried under your achilles heel, my ship. Consumed by all that can destroy, you and I. It has been months since I held you down. Staring into tortuous nights, with the knowledge that you are not in the proximity of my strength. Oh my precious ship. I know that you are designed to withstand the most ferocious storms of this earth. Yet, I cannot absorb the image of your wreckage by some strange and distant land. My reach, cannot stretch that far and wide to feel your imperial presence. For if you do not return home, to the crystal blue shore where I lay in wait. The weight of this ocean, will not evade my might. I will free myself from this ancient port and roam the grey bed of the sea. To lay beside, your ruptured ruins.
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