This light.

It scares me.

What if you see the details

this place hides?

What if you cut yourself in the powdered glass

of the shoreline?

Or the jagged rocks washed with my ink?

This place is not what it seems to be.

But you don't have to know that, dearest.

Not yet.

So we walk to a boat that appears on the shoreline,

to get to the other side-

of this darkness.

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