mary
i’m not ready for the waves
keep them there
by the sand
in your hair
with sea breeze care
mary
let me be
i can’t trek rock
i’ll skin my knees
keep the shells
and all her bells
mary
dust me off
let things slide
put me back in the hive
with the queen
and the honey
where things are slow
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