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The Story

The waves

They overtake me

The drowning

With no purpose

Just drowning

For drowning’s sake.

The woods

They call for me

To walk on dry land

To feel the branches

In my hands

That mountain

That one over there

Off in the distance

So far away it’s

Imaginary

It’s a place I’ve never

Been

I only know how to

Drown

Not fly.




Acrylic on wood

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