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Feb 2015
letting go of you
would be like
confining myself
to a boat
in order to taste
the freedom
of the ocean.

and every day I'm
without you
would feel like swimming
to the surface
in a panic,
gasping for air
as your name
fills my lung
and drowns me.
rantipole
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