Well deep,
brackish water,
attracts death,
Skeleton hand drifts,
infested by swarming gnats,
Horror to horror,
Death insists,
Death’s wash hung out to dry,
Covering barn and sky,
on All-Hollow Moon’s eve.
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Trying to grow into the successful man God called me to be
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Deep is my love. Deep is my passion. Deep is where I lift a world that's tearing itself down.
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