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as if sense were needed
there is no difference to be made
a voice too late
a moment left away
washing out to tide
these lungs are full
too full to shout
to a sailing heart
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I've read and re-read this one and it conjours a picture of someone lost and drowning in the sea. Perhaps a wave claimed them on Marine Drive and the undertow hauled them away. Saw that happen once.
