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I stood upon the edge of a precipice

The echoes of my breath chambered amongst the sea

Absence of life across still water

Such a waste of flesh



The air is so cold

Will my body slough upon ships?

Will the crowds gather to gaze upon my glory?

Or will I tumble upon brittle coral

And sink into the deep empty

An albatross circled above my head

I pray for the heavens to strike him down

My bones feel so old

Give me respite from this hell

Tossed by the waves

I will ache no more