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Dec 2017
Like a ship -
at the bottom of the sea.
A scene of forgotten debris;
Crushed.
Cursed.
Submersed
by the pressure
of the cerulean expanse,
without a chance
against the piercing
blades of the sun,
undone and washed up
by the water of the sea,
- are the memories of you and me.
i detest cliches
Written by
esridersi  22/M/USA
(22/M/USA)   
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