I held the shell to the ear with a hand

I listened to the breath of Posidon

And the laughter of mermaids

As I sat on the cold Winter sand

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We tend to tell people our whole story

Without letting them read the blurb on the back first

Giving them the option to put you back on the shelf

And allow the right reader to choose you

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Drowning in an ocean of feelings

So deep, so dark, so unfamiliar

Yet my burning lungs don't scream for air

They scream for the answers to be found on the ocean floor

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