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Jan 2021
It's a moonlit night when my ship slowly sinks
water pouring in through the hull
The crew abandoned yesterday, I think
As my heart hammers in my skull

My head swims in a sea of broken thoughts
Intoxication never wins
My vision swirls and twists like knots
a product of the gin

As my soul succumbs to the watery deep
and my dreams all breathe and drown
I wonder why I find beauty in the sea
As I slowly fall down, down, down.
Dipper
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