necklaces and shoes on the seabed
ghosts in the coral nestled deep
waiting in the dark for the fishes
bubbles filled with secrets to keep
it was such a long time they waited
buried in a darkness so pure
remembering a moment of collision
a greeting for a snow white shore
time and blood all stopped
and light cracked into an end
crushed by the sharp touch of death
the last prickled envelope to send
sinking was fast yet too slow
a stopwatch pressed right down
but the day the iceberg hit
they had no idea they'd drown
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