Consumed in fateful oceans,
removed from line of sight.
Yet still you fill my eyes furthest reach.
Dwell beneth my coincense.
Stand above the city scape, scrape the pity from my heart.
In basic form please swam these chambers in which I exist.
With a final flutter of my stuttering soul ill leave this place whole.
Perhaps leaving the unwanted heartbeats to replace my once complacent soul.
How shall I end this?
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