Scientists discovered
The deepest
oldest
largest
whale graveyard
Seven km beneath the surface of the Indian Ocean
forever and ever
getting even with nature
by
Doing the job of a mother
for a scared little boy
who hadn't been held when he was crying
in the end
we are all food for the same worm
It's only over when we stop trying
— to take care of the things that could last
a pay back in the shape of a gigantic swimming pool
flip-flopping redemption as a morality tool —
the leading cause of whale mortality is always the HUMAN
In this world, you gotta be a shark
yet I am a freaking Nemo
regardless
I'd never give up
The people
The places
The love
Breathing for him
Feeling his feelings for him
Doing the job of a mother
Holding the boy who never took care of the things that must last
Take everything from me
I have nothing left to give
What is another word for being called home?
Perhaps, it’s where the whales go to die
when they stop swimming
The last 3 letters of the spring
Just call it what you want.
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