(Ninefold Poem)
One hand held up high above the waves,
No one can save your rose-colored world
Unfurled in what you dare to wear.
Curled in a corner of your mind,
You bind yourself to never find peace
Or another lease on life serene.
Reeling and peeling inside your soul,
Stealing scripture to fill in the hole,
Your goal not to drown in black abyss.
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