When I'm drowning,
he pulls me up.
He holds me by my hand,
and it comforts me.
My nose and mouth
are just above the surface.
I slip under from time to time,
but his hand is still in mine.
Even though I cannot see him
I can feel him.
And I hold on.
I keep my hand squeezing his,
so that my nose and mouth
won't slip under.
Won't slip under the surface again.
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