Dead Weight
These waves, are crashing
You stayed, for the last thing
My grey, is casting
A grave, across your basking.
Please stay, I'm crashing
Like these waves.
My space, like flask skin
You stayed, with a past sting
So fades, your masking.
A slave, to my half gives.
Don't stay, I'm crashing.
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