When Waves Turn Minutes to Hours

His shoulders hit the earth With a soft thump Curls sweep across his eyes "I'm checking down. Will you stay by me?" Frenzied fight, finally still At 535 feet The sea cradles her prize "Fitzgerald, we are about 10 miles behind you." Crushing, burning his lungs Pain searing, licking As a million barbed tongues The …

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