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Inhale. Hold. Submerge. This is all the grandest illusion that’s one disappointment away from shattering. Take a deep breath feel the pain in your chest. Every night I drown in a wine glass Dive off the ledge with such fever and ferocity, The splash of a cannonball-- No high marks from the judges. When you look at me, I know now it’s irreverent. We are a lie. In the deep end, where I can’t touch anymore. Time to wash away this sin Hurt doesn't go, It just lingers Like our ghosts, lurking behind closed doors. I can’t be rid of you Because I don’t want to be. Go on, Haunt me until the end. But I know You cannot swim so for now, I'll sink further and further into wine so dark I disappear.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
Swimming
Inhale. Hold. Submerge. This is all the grandest illusion that’s one disappointment away from shattering. Take a deep breath feel the pain in your chest. Every night I drown in a wine glass Dive off the ledge with such fever and ferocity, The splash of a cannonball-- No high marks from the judges. When you look at me, I know now it’s irreverent. We are a lie. In the deep end, where I can’t touch anymore. Time to wash away this sin Hurt doesn't go, It just lingers Like our ghosts, lurking behind closed doors. I can’t be rid of you Because I don’t want to be. Go on, Haunt me until the end. But I know You cannot swim so for now, I'll sink further and further into wine so dark I disappear.
ecpollick
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
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