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lifeortheatreatsympaticodotca
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i feel your hand tug, and release you recede, arms flailing
far away now, i see you kneeling on the beach cleaning the tar from my feet
ships on the horizon fail to warn the beach disappears
my scream swallows water my hands clutch at splinters my only hope now
to float among the dead
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