
No air to tell of love and loss,
alone within your space.
Bathypelagic Sand Dollar of the stars,
you seem so diffident.
Calm and round,
you turn tides on or help a heart’s loss.
Oceans look upward,
as your face so bright lights up the night.
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No air to tell of love and loss,
alone within your space.
Bathypelagic Sand Dollar of the stars,
you seem so diffident.
Calm and round,
you turn tides on or help a heart’s loss.
Oceans look upward,
as your face so bright lights up the night.