The sea knows my wrinkles. And she whispers to me: Just learn how to smile. It will go away. My tears are not enough; I wash my old name in her tides. I bath in her moonlight. I die into her womb. No matter how far away I go, I come back again and delve deep into the seat of her tenderness. And yet I cannot reach her bottom. And she would say to me: My friend, just relax. I am bottomless and topless just like you are, just like you are.
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