Whatever else is going on
At any given moment in time
I know that you are living there
In the caves of my soul
Arranged along the beach
My fear of darkness and of death
My fear itself the monster
Threatening to devour me
Roaring against the roaring waves
That insist I will not make it
If I go alone without
My little stone of love
Leaving myself behind me
For someone braver to come
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