The salt stings my wounds
I am but a lone whale
My blood stains the hulls of passing ships.
I alone bear the weight of such a gift
/ no one knows the answer but I /
Tell me, traveler
Is courtly love truly righteous?
Does romance demand confession
to keep its flame alight? Burning oil until it spills? Staining once pure waters?
No one controls the tides, I suppose.

Would it pain you to learn to tread water?
/ for my sake? /

Forgive me,
/whale call/

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>>82199548 (OP)
Communicate directly. A single step forward in good faith, say you'd like a call. That simple