I will take you down
like the anchor to a ship
Slip your hands through mine
bound in place by fate
dive off that deck
and touch the bottom with a shared kiss
You will love it
I guarantee the results
A garden of trust
with thrust
from our demised embrace
You will finally have the gull
and all that comes with
Because if I die as a result of loving you
noting will ever matter anyways.
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