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Nov 2013
I was underwater
submerged for too long
my fingers are creased
my skin are coarse
and my soul, shrivelled

I heard you
beneath the water and
I followed your voice
I stayed afloat
just to keep my lungs
a-breadth

I thought I saw your face
but I was 10 feet under
and that was the circumference
we radiated

Hope was my only saviour
and my only calamity
it was an obsolete disaster
that we bury under

So, dear
don't save us.
Slpngg
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