For an instance
To be drowned, alive
In your feverish wake
To feel the rolling of emotion
Crashing upon my feet, trail back
Leaving bits and flecks
Miniature cuts from your soul
For the moment
Walking into your waiting fathoms
To swallow your pride, heartache
To take comfort in the depths, pools
Of Neptune 's flesh
Wanting forever to be
Part of fate
2007
s.o.a.
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