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Seal

If and when the sea calls my debt,
and sinks me into black,
smothers my face with beds of weed
I will pay for the freedom that's lived in my pulsating muscle.

As Seal, fish rise from the deep,
as judgement fails to rationalise, we return
on muscle strength, adrenaline, surprise -
try to hide it from lads in kayaks on the shore.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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