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Work in progress.
late night work in progress
drowning In my own skin
finding the face of death in the shallows,
before following the larger waves out to sea.
I lie, I plead....
but it doesn't agree
to subside, or disconnet the pain...
it just reminds the heart,
of the perils of the mind...
I burn the driftwood
lighting fires Below the sky,
the soulless night,
wraps and drowns me,
