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The only state that I am accustomed to

Is feeling this weight that has never been lifted

Like the Titanic at the bottom of the Atlantic

All is sifted out

Of my grit and sand

Tasting this air compared to you seems so bland

Rich was your tan I could feel through blinded eyes

Oscillations tiptoed by lengthy sighs

Love the rejection in a span of 8 hours

My taste for such acquaintances grows sour

-Rvan