Ships At Night Along The Coast

i feel for constant pulse,
to see if im still here.
i’ve seen behind my rosey eyes,
and through your smokey mirror.
and though we know
what passed is past,
with history comes fear.
the story goes,
from we to woe
all starry eyed and sheared.
ships may pass in darkest night,
but never disappear.

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