I am a shipwreck.
An everlasting memory of what was.
Perfectly preserved in disarray.
A model for what could be and not what should be.
Shelter you with requiem.
I am ripe for discovery and shake to the core to be found.
Look through my rusted shell and see the treasures inside.
I am surfacing, one giant breath at a time.
Waiting to be found.
Waiting to be recovered.
Waiting for salvation from the depths of lost existence.
Inquire within.
Become diluted with the optimism of learning something.
A wreck with a captain who is well hidden.
Disguised in the beautful demise.
Leopoldo PatinoRios
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