This is an old poem I wrote quite a while ago. I’m not quite sure what to make of it now but thought it was worth putting on here, anyway!

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Drowning.

A crimson sun, a sea of gold, reflecting

the weight of duty,

a burden, an obligation.

Somewhere, tucked in shadows,

a gift, a hope, a candle flickers

and dies.

The last glorious rays are visible, just.

Drowning.

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Ro x

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