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Feb 2021
Losing grip
As the void opens below me.
A rage like a flame,
Ready to consume it all away.
The water douses the flame,
The smooth visage
Of the silently stoic seas
Now threatening to drown
Rather than to save.

One good tug deserves my time,
And so I unwillingly fall
Into the drowning sea.

Reddened hands,
slick with broken skin
Reduce the sea to an abhorrent red.
Now sadness has a new color.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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         ---, Ayesha, --- and Landon Keys
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