Poised at the ready at I breathed in deeply of the soured and salty water below.
Plunged headlong into a reprobate’s sea, and tossed along the violent upheaval
of love’s misgivings,
I deceived myself with carnal waves.
I was a miscreant’s toy, well, for awhile, until
I was cast out of his sea and washed ashore, alone,
Ashamed,
My soul depraved.
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