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351. Upwards Death

A peak and a shrine
Salty river running southwards
I am the apex, the inexplicable peak
Of this unfinished life
Drown me, slowly, softly
Head floating, fingers numb
The world looks better like this, through
The surface, upside down, dying
Where did I go, in all that
My moments lost their spark
But since when is one not enough?
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