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Abysmal

Like falling into a deep ocean of dry comfort,

I kept my eyes closed under the cover of knight.

As if time stood still,

I didn’t want to let go of an embrace so perfect.

For a few moments,

We were the only people in the world.

You and me.

Me and you.

Sweet serenity.

Sweet security.

Sweet sweet abyss.

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