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       i'm afraid to
                          
       fall asleep,
                          
       linden grace.
                          
       whenever i go
                          
       to the verge of
                          
       utter lethargy,
                          
       it feels like i'm
                          
       treading the
                          
       pacific ocean
                          
       but i'm still on
                          
       my back over
                          
       something else
                          
       a shallow puddle
                          
       murky and thin;
                          
       cold and ignored
                          
       as the shallows
                          
       dampen my back,
                          
       it also engulfs me
                          
       my whole being
                          
      my whole self
                          
      my whole soul
                          
       i'm drowning in
                          
       blood-stained
                          
       shallows, lindie.
                          
       i ask of you to
                          
       drown with me
                          
       so i can have you.
                          
                       - cade