Sink Tank

When drowning becomes art

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My breath
Is seeping under,

Under waters
Too deep for this world
To possibly fathom.

Callous madman 
Who would think
Me sane.

The bane
Of my existence
Is this willful current.

Let it rush,
Let it crush
My fainthearted bones.

Let me fall under
The spell these waters use to

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