I am on the brink of dying
when you pull me in
and hold me.
There seems nothing more
than to let go
and breathe,
and breathe on in.
I lay face down into knee deep? waters?
and you grab at my soul,
? if not to use me.?
Blankets cover my chilled skin.
I reach into my thoughts
and refrain
from grabbing what is? lost,?
and weary of time, and time alone.
I lay face down into knee deep? waters?
and you grab at my soul,
? if not to use me.?
(Something else... Possibly a different language?)

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