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if i can
if i can only
if i can only, maybe
maybe i
treading lightly where others have dived
surely this
maybe this now
i have dived deep but have not drunk
i have kept my eyes closed to the glories surrounding me
time and again
i have underestimated how long i can hold my breath
i have been holding my breath
throat tightened for years
waiting to see
waiting to see clearly
i breathe in
and you are here
oxygen to me
hold me, love
i have been submerged too long
i will learn to be held by smaller hands

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