Salt Water
A thing so paradoxical, sin
So all encompassing it’s grasp
A curse of eternal thirst
though we are drowning.
Our hands desperately scratching for a life raft
Secretly made of the same water we drown in,
Our hearts repulsed by the light
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”
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