We put on a dress and the night is still in his infancy,
until his head is grayed out.
And we became like two branches that I messed with,
to the morning winds, north and south.
Until the morning light appeared,
as if it seemed to be blissful in excuses.
O night, you left without reviling, and
O morning, I have recieved a non loved one.
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The shark
PoetryThe shark does have tears running on his face, but he lives in the water so you don't see them and so comes the oceans to be salty.