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Poetic T Aug 2015
I wallow in submerged thoughts,
Each movement is a drowning moment
Wasted energies of nothing
Under foot or part.
Will I submerge my inner self
In desperation,
Or will I float on hope.
Reliance is a bubble,
One that can easily be pierced
Then we sink beneath the crumbling thoughts
And we submerge slowly into tainted obscurity.

— The End —