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I slept on moonlit sheets and shallow comforts, while you grew tired swimming in midnight waters. You kept your head up though. With hope-worn eyes, looking to the shore for the light of a father’s countenance to guide you home. But I was only a shadow and you got used to the dark. The pride of life will drown out love and offer a breath to the already dead. But if I could do it again, I would swim - my son. Oh, how I would swim to you. And we would find the shores of redemption together. But instead, I lie on faded sheets getting tired on lost time. Swimming circles in my mind.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:42 AM UTC
My Son, Don't Wonder
I slept on moonlit sheets and shallow comforts, while you grew tired swimming in midnight waters. You kept your head up though. With hope-worn eyes, looking to the shore for the light of a father’s countenance to guide you home. But I was only a shadow and you got used to the dark. The pride of life will drown out love and offer a breath to the already dead. But if I could do it again, I would swim - my son. Oh, how I would swim to you. And we would find the shores of redemption together. But instead, I lie on faded sheets getting tired on lost time. Swimming circles in my mind.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:42 AM UTC
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