I dove into the deep end, headfirst, quite a splash,
Not of the pool, you see, but grief's enormous gash.
It’s Olympic-sized, this sorrow, chlorinated blue,
And I’m the sole competitor, with nothing else to do.
The butterfly of heartache, a relentless, flailing thing,
Propels me through the sadness, making my wet soul sing.
Or rather, weep, a muffled, gurgling sound,
As...
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