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Icy Waters

Waist deep in my woes,
sharing them with you,
my sweet one,
seated in my shadow with a sly smile,
so deep in the drama that you drown in me.

Staring up from my icy waters,
your eyes are glazed and tormented,
dark and gloomy as the day begins again.
My demons aren’t here to help me,
and all you do is stare up from underneath your icy prison,
and all I do is watch you, watching me, waist deep in my woes.

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