Scribbler at sea

Sitting in the sands of sea bank polished by the moon light, thoughts are rising and falling like an ebb wanting to devour the world for dinner and unable to do so, making loud roars. 
Burried loneliness of the crab trying to escape from its prison in to the freedom of ocean; cuddled hands of a lovely pair counting their footsteps; the innocent mind feeling the warmth of his mother’s hands and the wettness of his underpants, gave the darkness a reason to live on.

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