Into the Bottom-

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The one who I clung to
tore away his wing
and let me drown,
among burdensome
crows of ocean
desperation.

How can your heart
be called a solid,
when you bellow
at the sight of me?

[Perhaps I'm just too heavy
a secret to contain.]

And I will continue sinking...
sitting in this pit you've
stored, kept, for me.

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5/7/2011.