Sunken
If you sink
I’ll find you in the saltwater room
Where everything burns
But maybe it’s you
You keep looking at me
from the other side.
Eyes unblinking,
And very blue.
Perhaps it was no ordinary sinking.
Perhaps something more than you and I
But that’s not the point
The point is that there's no way to tell.
The point is that saltwater cleans wounds
If you sink
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