Almost 2 AM and I smell musk and crisp clean air. inhale the thrill, the darkness that seeps up into the nostrils and nestles deep inside the mind. sink darling sink. lower the anchor into the deepest realms of thought. i shall watch the deep blue green waters lap and swallow, now a fading memory of what was.
what was
what is
what was never to come.
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