drowning

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the glisten in your eyes
their hazel glow

the depth of your voice
the way you'de grow

a delicate wave
barely meets the eye

shaped clowds of you
in the sky

singing birds
the way u've made me

drowning crows
the way id now be

gasping for air
in a narrow sea
~H1

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