This thing we built,
Scantily maintained,
Vessels lost
On the sea we made
Your hand in mine
Your eyes
Breaths exchanged
Touch
Hours pass
Painfully
You lead me off further
Knowing you can find me
But not I, you or others.
Drugs have sounded sweeter
Than the lack of your presence
And while this lie continues
So will I
Unto dirt
I return
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