In CirclesCorey Mesler
The hollow in my chest is fear. It spreads like a stain, a birthmark. If I could travel I would pick up where I left off. I left off in love. Now, alone on this beach, the sea an endless conundrum, I wait for your final roar. The hollow in my chest is the sound of the sea. The sound of the sea is fear.
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