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Feb 2012
The waves rise up over me,
Pushing, shoving,
I can't feel anymore,
Living, breathing,
I am scared.

The waters wash over me,
Caressing, cradling,
I want to feel more,
Touching, loving,
I am scared.

Your hands are these waves,
Your eyes are these waters,
And I am drowning,
And I am scared.
cellobello
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cellobello
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