i wouldn’t say drowning
but you know
my father said
i was tired
he must have
known
still
it was
tired
not sad
or upset
tired
and
i
was
tired
and sad and upset
like water
is wet
like night
is dark
like time
just starts
tearing
apart
tearing
the
part that’s
s t a r i n g
the start
hartcrane to heart
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