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GUY MARTIN DELCAMBRE

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anchor.

October 07, 2015

waves break over me

like unkind hands they pull

I know my lungs were not meant to breathe here

the ocean's foam filling me 

 

Like a lover it is near

Like a drug it quiets fear

Like a thief it doesn't care 

 

Below the surface away from the waves

There's a cooling depth 

I long for the chaos above

When I was reaching for what I could not find

When I was calling for what I could no longer hear

 

Like a lover it is near

Like a drug it quiets fear

Like a thief it doesn't care

 

Loving what I cannot have

I am apart from the anchor

Floating free

The rope frayed 

My grip tired

Letting go, easier than dying in memories

 

When it falls no one does hear

But it breaks and open it bleeds

 

Like a lover it is near

Like a drug it quiets fear

Like a thief it doesn't care

 

Find me here

Let your hand be my grip

Let your love be my anchor

Let your house be my dwelling

 

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