She’s got more secrets for me to keep than Marnie by the sea
Lately I’ve been exploring grief, Manchester by the Sea
Emerging pruned and tear-bruised from hourlong showers
Getting off my crestfallen chest
The particulars of that death
Forever etched upon my coin-edge memory
Detailing that incitement, which I hight chief ‘mongst chemical glees
That enticement to abyssal teasings
Void-leaking teats in a boiling deep.
Alchemisland 
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