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Now, you're free to ascend,
Shed, and be rid of your dying skin.
Scatter, my bones,
Make, space for the new.

I'll keep your relics, creator of my descent.
Amongst the swirling drudgery,
That drags me, as ashes of a former glory.

Watch me through crude glass, and observe the cusping of hope.

The tide drags me.
Weak and defenceless.
The waves crush me.
I am blank.

The depths drown me.
Absent.
The weight buries me.
I'm submerged, yet at peace.

I thrive
I thrive
Grey and black
Grey and black

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