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For the ghosts of my memory
Echoing on cerulean palls
I slip below to the solitary
Anesthesia, flow into me
Well the winds do blow on the sea
Passing the ashes ever after
Under the deep green canopy
Anesthesia, let me see
Numb me in this icy retreat
Hold me under, me and Shelley
When I’m blue then come down for me
In the dark of the shadows beneath
Doppelgangers scour the sea
With a calm akin to disease
Anesthesia, rush into me
Buried pantheon of memories
Rest beneath the solemn waves
Emptied from me save when I sleep
Anesthesia, Lethe unto me
Numb me in this icy retreat
Hold me under, me and Shelley
When I’m blue then come down for me
© AM Smith
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