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Jun 2010
I'm losing you.
Or is it you're losing me?

I can't tell anymore.

All your sails are stowed
And I'm tired of blowing at them.

But I can't seem to quit this gasping
and take my final dying breath.
Written by
E. Pan
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   Cris R Costa
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