When I took my residence
At the black sea...
The sea...
It shines...
Like a positive glimmer
To me...
Red-blood out of the dark
And when I entered the room
It was nearly warm
And homely
Although it looked
Frapidly cold
With fabrique of laura deathley
The interior of
Hotel killbeach
I liked. it was perfect
For us solitary navy
The sea a scent of teardrops:
I swear
Of children
Grandchildren
Who swim and struggle
Unwanted