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sofia l May 13
I desperately grasp at your clothes while I
drown in the void, a foreboding farewell
The changing of seasons
The changing of ages
When was it again that I fell?
Down at the shoreline
Where the sea and the sky
meet, an immense divide.
Tumultuous
Cacophonous
Deafening self-made arguments
What day will I finally die?

— The End —