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Grave of Water

Sip, Sip.
My last attempt at breath.
For I could not compete,
With the waves crashing above me.
Tugged by the current,
Like a stray piece of kelp.
All fight and breath gone,
I sunk down even farther--
To my Grave of Water.



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