Come and take this pressure away
For it does not show but to thee
If you look you will not see
The crevice it dug into me
Deep paths for channeled tears
Eroding hope from mine years
Lost beyond a mirrored existence
As to be, what beyond a sea
Where dark depths cool the bone
To where no one dared to roam
Except the mind, the mind of thee
As I sail into mine own sea
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