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Ocean waves.

Drawn to these tides, 

and the ocean of misery.

Chant your songs

of bleak melancholy. 

Like the tides ebb and flow, rise and fall; 

come closer towards the deep end,

let your skeleton  rest

your secrets are safe with me. 

Your sails are growing tired, your hull has grown weary;

Your ship will sink, 

and with me you’ll forever be

your secrets shall forever be safe with me.


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