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Sep 2015
I wait and I wait

for you, my siren eyed boy

sand and shingle

our toes, they tingle

with the green glass licked smooth by the sea

you took a gun to the edge of the water

I'll see you again, at the bottom of the ocean
tonight, my love, we sleep with the fishes
Disappear here
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