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Saviour

Scouring land and deep sea
In search of a soul within
Abrupt rocks and waves
Washing off that elusive scent

Caught a glimpse of her briefly
Only to be lost again.
Pining and tormenting this heart of mine
Yearns ceaselessly to feel again.

Cogs turning, Life is flowing
Slipping away, but not soon enough.
Come death my way, that gentle breeze...
Or pulling grappling, See her, I must.

Whether time stood still
Or was whisked away from under me
I still see her, reminiscing...
What cruel games fate plays with me.

I swing and hurl blows
All seeming to land their mark
But hitting air.
As things begin to slow...

I hear those whispers.
Those Coy tantrums, Sweet things I loved to hear.
I open my arms in expectation.
Only to be tricked once again, by the air.

Air that I feel I have drawn long enough.
Enough as a slave to its vital touch.
I but wait for that time
When I would have finally drawn enough...

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