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Nov 2018
drowning, drowning

7 stories high and i am drowning

the wind in my hair and the ledge

narrow, chipping

drowning

i am drowning

the sea of bodies gather

flesh screaming

rippled echoes pelting my ears

drowning

i slip

and i am drowning

drowning
morrigan
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