I pointed to the map and said pick a place
Just
The body of water that swallowed me whole
The wave that
I want to take photographs of things that are real
But
Crime, it only comes in waves
I keep one side in
God damn these roots and how they plunge
Into this hard
Outside in the rain
Amongst those outdoor sounds
I know you feel
"I think it's time we turn and face the music
I
It looks like we've worn this down
Trampled and tattered and
I found an artist beneath my skin
He buried himself deep
I try and find a key so I can sing
I'll just refrain from being heard
And I won't say a
I wish I could slip from the inside of a
We're few and far between
We're every sound that breaks your
My body's sea bound
And meant to follow you down
With an
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