bait.

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I am the bait
and he,
the boat.

As he awaits for his
take,
he stands by,
floating amid the vast lake.

When I was caught,
he moved on,
sailing away,
I was the cost.

If only he could wait
that long and strong,
I'd forever be,
holding on.

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