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I will be dead and become posthumously insane and I will remember Suzanne Vega every time I hear your name I will take that look of Vivienne Westwood's and I will sing and sing and sing and sink and sink and sink and I will not think of the appropriate things Because I will be dead and become posthumously insane Even though long scarf does not suit this neck and gas oven does not fit this head and .38 caliber revolver is not something a 17 year old girl would own there is no need to worry because now I know what loves me It is not the explosion, not the oxygen Not the carbondioxide, not the cyanide It is the water, any kind of water the tears, the saliva, the seawater And I learnt from Haruki Murakami that even a plastic bag would do Mimicking the deepest sea The sensation is true, is true ---- I remember; you liked a lot the word drown You liked a lot the word drown
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Drown
I will be dead and become posthumously insane and I will remember Suzanne Vega every time I hear your name I will take that look of Vivienne Westwood's and I will sing and sing and sing and sink and sink and sink and I will not think of the appropriate things Because I will be dead and become posthumously insane Even though long scarf does not suit this neck and gas oven does not fit this head and .38 caliber revolver is not something a 17 year old girl would own there is no need to worry because now I know what loves me It is not the explosion, not the oxygen Not the carbondioxide, not the cyanide It is the water, any kind of water the tears, the saliva, the seawater And I learnt from Haruki Murakami that even a plastic bag would do Mimicking the deepest sea The sensation is true, is true ---- I remember; you liked a lot the word drown You liked a lot the word drown
I was drowning in love with you But now no can do
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
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