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Slow Closure

Fascinated by the pains that grow
From fathoms deep
And lives ago
I do regain to sing my song
Of seconds lost
And moments gone
That forms upon these crusted lips
Like barnacles upon a ship
And

Though wavering
Do bring me peace

Let me know what you think

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