May 2018
The violent churning of oceans
Crashing about in her eyes
Was intoxicating enough
That I didn't notice
Our ship was crashing
And soon we'd be drowning
Deep in the black mass
Hidden from the sun
Crashing about in her eyes
Was intoxicating enough
That I didn't notice
Our ship was crashing
And soon we'd be drowning
Deep in the black mass
Hidden from the sun
(Iowa)
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