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Treading a boardwalk with my lover built above waters, calm yet obscure; for what may live within those depths and hungers for a bite? We walk to a missing section of path, a plummet to the waters below and further on, across the gap, the walk proceeds as was. I jump toward the other side: I miss and fall, a splash. A spider, big and black as pitch, I see beneath the boardwalk. The fear sets in, I cannot swim but my lover helps me up and out: I jump again and again I miss and fall back to the water. Now my clothes are drenched and weighed and so starts my descent: I see the monsters whose home, the sea, and fear sets in again. A movement, splash, into the water; someone to save my life? I surge myself towards the surface but fall back to the gloom. The air is spent from in my lungs, my lights are quickly fading. But suddenly an arm extends and wraps around my torso. My savior carries and heaves me to land, water escapes my lungs in cough and when I meet my savior's eyes then who's to find? Myself.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
My Savior, Myself
Treading a boardwalk with my lover built above waters, calm yet obscure; for what may live within those depths and hungers for a bite? We walk to a missing section of path, a plummet to the waters below and further on, across the gap, the walk proceeds as was. I jump toward the other side: I miss and fall, a splash. A spider, big and black as pitch, I see beneath the boardwalk. The fear sets in, I cannot swim but my lover helps me up and out: I jump again and again I miss and fall back to the water. Now my clothes are drenched and weighed and so starts my descent: I see the monsters whose home, the sea, and fear sets in again. A movement, splash, into the water; someone to save my life? I surge myself towards the surface but fall back to the gloom. The air is spent from in my lungs, my lights are quickly fading. But suddenly an arm extends and wraps around my torso. My savior carries and heaves me to land, water escapes my lungs in cough and when I meet my savior's eyes then who's to find? Myself.
Based on a fairly verbatim dream of this scenario
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whipstickagogo
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
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