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I swallow brackish callous sea

My survival, a curse I’d perhaps deceive

My eyes they gaze through endless nothing

Bury me in hopeless longing

Drag me into fog

Hold my face and beat me senseless

And I can’t turn to you anymore

I live a story too forlorn

These perpetual, lonesome, tragic thoughts

Nobody sees the life I suffer

Wallowing in tidal anguish

I am floating on endless lashings

My hands are old and grasp at something

That does not exist in this world