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Feb 2016
I swam your deep, hoping
For the treasures at your depths.
But, I failed to take that breath
Of reality and so your surreal took me.
And yet.
I'm not drowning.
Rather I'm, flying on your toxic things
with no hope of returning.
I'm for certain living the dream.
The Atlantean
that sank beneath your sea.
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
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