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I howl my pain |
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Dirge of agony |
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Throes strained sense |
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Awareness |
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Aque rides my body on |
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Down a beaten path |
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Days spill into one |
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Bleary hours melt |
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I yield yet no avvail |
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Spasms whip me further |
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Torn by a fever |
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Ravished without death "Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghostwhile memory holds |
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A seatIn this deistracted globe." - Hamlet |
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And in this river |
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I'll drown |
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By this cold river |
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I lay |
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Spitting entreatiesin servile breath |
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And in this river |
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I'll be undone |
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I hear the billows |
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Through stranger thoughts |
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Though stricken I aspire |
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To drown |
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Driven to greet death |
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Trailing to the waters edge |
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I heave myself below |
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The waves |
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And cold water fills me |
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Seamless, without end |
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I blend from transience |
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Away from strain |
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In swaying light I flow |
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With the tides |
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To expanse of the ocean floor |
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In languid haze I drift |
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Sonorous through halls |
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Echoes the ageless |
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Soliloquy of the sea |
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Ancient beyond time |
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I travel untold vistae |
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With lifeless eyes |
