The Beach

Falling, 
my hands are stretched out for you and
I said that I'm drowning and I don't know what else to say
what name should I call you
as I fall down this vortex and it pulls me in further
and the winds above rage 
as the demons call while
I fiend for you
the gyre widens and the helix moves further abrupt 
and although I can't remember what we never had
your voice is still there so;
I ask one last thing of you
don't let me go.


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