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Mar 2019
Fierce clouds sweep over sky
Cold heavy rain
On a warm summers night
Grains of sand cradle my feet
The infinite depths
Beckon me
Distant light flickers
As roars echo in
Summoning sounds of crumpled tin
Steadily I step
As the current holds no sway
The deep and I are comrades
At least for today
Black water rips
Wearing only a grin
Indignant dark waves
Collide with my skin
My fathomless friend
So unknown
The deeper I go
The more I feel at home
Bruised fruit
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