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Kalliope Jan 15
The tide rolls in, the tide pulls out, with every wave I'm drowning no doubt, totally surrounded, pulled deep in the undertow, my senses unfounded,
but you're where I want to go,
I'm thrashing and paddling, I'm searching for air, the current I'm straddling will take me somewhere, without reason I flow away from the shore;
Diving with intention?
I've never done that before.
If love is an ocean
I'm best left on the shore
I mindlessly dipped my toes in
And now I'll fade away to maritime lore

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