“She’s worn out,
overused.
She needs some oil.”
I say, too right.
I have been worn out.
Please give me some oil.
No longer offering opinions,
still quiet in the quiet.
She has been worn out.
But then, just like that, she thinks of the sea,
and keeps thinking, about the sea,
and, sometimes, about people.
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