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fastest tide
sweeping away
holds me
under
I drown
in your depths
cannot breathe
nor do i want to
then rise above
into,
the wind
carries me
to this
i cannot sleep.
(*some things never change. I still can't sleep. which is perhaps why I'm bothering archiving my crappy primitive teenage poetry instead of just burning it.*)
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