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The Receding Tide by Dylan SlobodaThe Sea pulls back it's shoreline waters
No longer are the comforting gentle waves
Now cold and wet,
Sobriety...
The gentle pulse of my heaven
No more....
A new addiction beckons
A painful drink
I withdraw to my hole,
Awaiting the Oceans return.
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