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I ride adrift the crimson ocean
as she dies within the sea
carried beneath the crested motion
she slowly drifts away from me

And yet I rise to defy it
if I were naught but to try it
the battle against eternity

She rises and declines above the floor
she begs me for but a little more
of the charted vessel I was before
capsized by her assurity

This is our traumatic venture
drowning us in misery
when we decline to speak, yet censure
the truth in each our decree

The ocean is itself a plague
her intentions brash and vague
and I alone impart the plea

She flaunts her careless, happened face
as if she is but commonplace
and while I am her grand disgrace
I am blinded by eternity
truth is blind to my decree
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