I wrote these last night, at Payton's house, while we were playing truth or dare. Hm.
Mercenaries of copper
Coins tossed into the creek
Tied to a hopeful soul
And the fantasies they seek
Rippling outward, onward
Tidal waves rip and tear
Frantic to fulfill the dreams
Their watery depths bear
The vastness of that
Castaway wish
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