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My blood stains the water red.
It swirls in glorious reds and blues.
My body bobs atop the ocean’s surface.
Up and down.
Up and down.
It floats with the currents.
I stand there watching,
A soul without a home.
My body slowly sinks.

Someone will find my corpse.
But no one will find my killer.

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