All the blips of the sinking ships are all sinking in to your skin and i'm getting older as my hair goes white and i can not light up the dark. and all the violent waves
i haven't left the house in 100 years and you haven't left yours in 100 hours and we can't keep our hands out of our own mouths see the horrible habits we acquire. and all the rawest thumbs from gnawing on them and rowing hard
and how my stomach burns but only at night and i have dreams about bears with the reddest mouths but your arms are warm and your legs are wrapped around. and the sound of your heart
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