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Feb 2020
It's true,
He is my rescue.

He is my
Life boat
Fighting the currents
Refusing to let me drown.

I might be
Catatonic.
But.

He won't let me drown.
An oar in hand,
Each splash could be
His last.

But.

I know he'd fight each wave
To his very last breath

Sea water
Fists
Or bullets

He doesn't care
What it takes.
He'd fight until
The last beat of his heart.

It's true.
He would.
Just for me.
C F
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C F  I'm probably in bed, tbh.
(I'm probably in bed, tbh.)   
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