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washed ashore

washed ashore

good day for a dip, i think
neck deep at least
tangle my feet in the boulders beneath

probably slip all the way under
drop to the bottom of eternal sadness for cover
sink and wonder

a swim through the swamp of woes
where the vast nothingness roams
cast a net for those crumbling dreams, or…oh

nevermind the dip, i’ll splash in my tears
it’s familiar here; getting wet never felt better
enter my give-up era