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Message in a bottle with a cork plugged into the top sealing it shut, suction tight Nothing can penetrate the bond between the cork and the glass I wrap my hand around it, my palm pressed against the grooves underneath the cork which press into my palm, creating more grooves However much I heave, however tight I contract my muscles until my body quivers as my lungs expand, until there is nothing left for me to do but release Release my muscles Release my lungs Release my hope Because your bottle will always stay closed Nothing will be discovered if its desire is to be a mystery So I'll set this bottle on the rocks at my feet I'll leave it there, waiting for a wave to wash up onto the coast I hope it takes it away with its tide so it can see the world from inside the glass All I have left are the grooves on my palm all I have left are weaker muscles and exhausted lungs to remember the message I never recieved That rests somewhere distant never to be read protected by a cork.
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
Groovy Palmistry
Message in a bottle with a cork plugged into the top sealing it shut, suction tight Nothing can penetrate the bond between the cork and the glass I wrap my hand around it, my palm pressed against the grooves underneath the cork which press into my palm, creating more grooves However much I heave, however tight I contract my muscles until my body quivers as my lungs expand, until there is nothing left for me to do but release Release my muscles Release my lungs Release my hope Because your bottle will always stay closed Nothing will be discovered if its desire is to be a mystery So I'll set this bottle on the rocks at my feet I'll leave it there, waiting for a wave to wash up onto the coast I hope it takes it away with its tide so it can see the world from inside the glass All I have left are the grooves on my palm all I have left are weaker muscles and exhausted lungs to remember the message I never recieved That rests somewhere distant never to be read protected by a cork.
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
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