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She was underwater |
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In the shadows |
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Was it there, was it not? |
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I stepped back |
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A veil in front of my eyes |
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The water was still and so was she |
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I dove in with so little breath |
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In truth I knew |
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I was too late for death |
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I had one chance |
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I grasped her arm and floated upwards |
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Wanting to stay below in the warm forgiving waters |
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What have you done |
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I screamed to the stars |
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Then over to the shallow edge |
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She was face down |
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Smaller and more vulnerable than in life |
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Her curls wet around her ears and neck |
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Her dear profile at peace at last |
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A finger in her throat sounded a click |
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Her body still and blue |
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Is this what death looks like? |
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My love was supposed to protect her |
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It didn't |
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My love was supposed to heal her |
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It didn't |
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You had said don't leave me |
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And I begged you not to leave me |
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We did. |
