The Shallows

Some things are better left silent,

Some waters are better left undisturbed

Since there’s nothing the surface is hiding

Except hurt.

 

And the past is the past is the past is the past is the past.

We’re still swimming.

 

Mushroom clouds can be quite gorgeous

Except on a day with an overcast sky

When there’s no fireworks to console us

As we die.

 

And the past is the past is the past, all is past going past.

Going under.

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