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Apr 2014
Like an explosion;
But in  s l o w  m o t i o n,  a tidal wave crashes
This ironclad vessel beginning to thrash
Through the flashes of light though I see a brief passage

The corroded bolts past their toll
Give way exposing the hull
Capsizing the flood gates,

Negating promise of a safe harbor ashore

Amidst the panic and commotion
Together we sank, into the ocean;

Sailing the high seas of impassion
I was impassive, &
Like an anchor

Love plunged to unimaginable new fathoms

Dragging us down;
Perilously we claw hand over fist
The sorrows we drown

Adrift the turmoil and wreckage
Bubbles ascend toward the surface
(Spluttered echoes of our last choked hopes)

Water fills our lungs expunging the air
Fearing the end I daresay;
Babe take my breath away
Death is only the beginning
But I’m afraid of the forward path’s embrace

Dead ahead through the currents we tread
Shallow water blackout,
There's no turning back now,
Let's die as we lived
Somewhere,
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
There we were, you & me
Dining on lobster
in Davy Jones' locker
Cunning Linguist
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Cunning Linguist  29/M/An illusion of reality
(29/M/An illusion of reality)   
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