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Dec 2014
Above, The water sits still,
Below, The water it rages.
The surface masks, what awaits down low.
The hidden contains, what will crush your bones.
It’s how emotions go, we cannot hide,
what churns below.
Trapped beneath, lost at sea,
the darkest depths, down deep.
A little light can be seen, Here is where,
I tend to be.
Drowning, in the ocean of emotion that is me.

**-N.C.
Nathan Cross
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Nathan Cross
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