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Sinking



The storm

just keeps coming,

crashing upon my shores

laid out with broken oars,

I used trying to save you.



Twi-night planks made for walking

suicide waters on the edge

slippery thoughts hanging

by rusted nails,

I used trying to save me.



The winds of change

blow still,

inside the thunder of hells storm

where hope fell overboard,

drowning dreams

I tried using,

to save us.