Guided by sea scents
a blue line over his eyes:
a wet edge from food
Silver souls swim by
the sun creates fake signals
salty, hard to find
Raw as the sea's tide
a scream for hunting rises
requiem for death
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Guided by sea scents
Raw as the sea's tide a scream for hunting rises requiem for death
Author notes. A contest entry
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