She stood there
Looking out at the ocean,
Hoping maybe one of those tides
Might wash up to her feet
The lost splinters of her shattered soul.
And perhaps,
Then she will know peace.

She hoped
To be a mermaid
And swim to the depths
Of this wily sea;
And buried in a chest
At the bottom of the ocean,
Perhaps, she will find her peace.

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