diving head first off of clavicles
into the this wreckage, with faith
as my only breathing apparatus
swimming steadily through ventricles
lost in this maze of sunken ships
these, remains of the past
trying to unearth some hidden treasure
some buried pearl, searching for any sign
of life, at the bottom of this ocean
navigating through the murkiness
determined to raise to the surface
something in you, that is worth loving
into the this wreckage, with faith
as my only breathing apparatus
swimming steadily through ventricles
lost in this maze of sunken ships
these, remains of the past
trying to unearth some hidden treasure
some buried pearl, searching for any sign
of life, at the bottom of this ocean
navigating through the murkiness
determined to raise to the surface
something in you, that is worth loving
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