You said you’d never be my friend,
Well I think you should keep that promise.
Stranded on this island void of bliss
Where I sit in my own filth.
Cipriones en su tinta.
I’ve cut all the ropes that could have reeled me in,
Sunk all the rafts.
Due to my lack of trust,
My excess despise.
Floaters are enemies
Sinkers are friends,
Or were.
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Submission Name: cipriones en su tinta
