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Yes, lament

As from any blue horizon

silently growing

waves approaching

sharpening, then foaming

as they fold on and into themselves

submit yourself to the dark water

embrace the chill

for there is nothing more natural

than the cadence of grief

Dive under, lest you be carried

spluttering to the rocky shore

submerge in the raw power

now rumbling above

swirling around your buoyancy

pushing you deeper still

to where your saltiness

can commune with the swaying sand

and loosen that knotted heart

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