Leave, Don’t Leave...

Red and pulsating, wrapped around your sanity like twisted scar tissue. You tread fervently through my choppy seas, over and under...nearly drowned. Your arrested chaos, still my storm rages on. Waves crashing in the dark, driving you from me...release. Satisfied, still overwhelmed, you drift away only to witness the beauty of my Sun over the horizon...don't leave.

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