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Lost At Sea

  • Writer: Week Night Wine Drunk
    Week Night Wine Drunk
  • Jan 13, 2023
  • 1 min read

It's murky and it's cold here

It's dark and scary too 

Choppy water fills my lungs

My grave is salty blue

Treading water just to stay afloat

To keep myself from certain death 

I can't help but sink further still

With heavy laboured breath

I'm lost and failing every second 

To keep my head above

The ocean has become me now

Im drowning in lack of love

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