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Gentle darkness

Like slow dripping tears

Nothing underneath

Nothing in between

Tastes like love

Tastes like an end

A sun setting slow

And warm

And gone

My hands i can see

But none after me

In this long draught of death

And dead awaiting to be

The missing

The hole

Drowning

Wer'e all caught underneath

All the in between

Our unliving

Living

Lie

We can't die

We have been

Our feet aren't touching

Anymore