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by Laeeqah ebrahimfate- the traitor
The ocean, kisses the shore, violently, lapping at its wet skin before curling into himself with devious intent to return, soft sweet eagerness hidden behind his dark depths of rage.
the moon, she glares brightly at the familiar sight dwelling in hope to calm his flames, caressing his darkening solid liquid form with her unearthly grace but her nightly presence does the opposite this time.
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Laeeqah Ebrahim
Fate -the traitor
the ocean erupts, eyes wide with animalistic yearning as he grows higher and higher his wet fingers, oh so close to her ivory skin. no! the ocean slipped, falling back, roaring and thrashing to get closer to her, his moon, milky droplets fall upon his cheeks as she sheds her own helplessness at their distance.
“one day” she whispers to her ocean “one day” he wails and rages, “one day” he tips his head back and he howls the most sharpest she has ever heard, her skin burns as the voice leaves an imprint, a promise that he will fulfill and with every drop of him.
