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Staning in the water

I breathe in icy smoke,
Alone in the water,
Too cold to ache,
Too many faces,
With little purpose,
Two great loves,
Evaporated with the rolling fog,
Quiet waves pass me by,
Like years to my life,
But I don’t seem to notice,
Because,
There goes the sun,
Setting on the other side of the lake,
And here comes the darkness,
To pull me under…





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