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I watch you drown

You don’t struggle, just sink:
straight and heavy through tranquil waters.
Shrieking metal, shattered glass surrounds,
leftover from the ship I tore apart.
My beautiful boy--
like a Greek god,
even impaled three times,
your marble cast never changes.
I wish I knew what it were like to not love you.
I sob. The pressure only grows.

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