Black Folder
Fear
Tepid water still,
No playful wither within
A lifeless shock of current;
Full body volume kill.
Bleached peril, forced and cast,
Pull left, pull right, so still,
Horizon stretch of heat,
Inhaled in enthralled deep,
For fear is such an ocean
Unleashed upon a thrill.
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