it never came to be that i was lost at sea...
good thing considering i don't remember how to swim and i am a fire creature,
the waves would extinguish my burning sensation but then what, a love song??
id rather die with a belt around my neck and postcards in my pocket
sent messages to myself from a previous lifetime...
its times like these that i regret having a shaky wrist...
cant read my own handwriting
but as the second wiseman once said, "dream baby dream"
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