I cut it because,
I know that I I don’t.
A cold swollen body,
Won’t always float.
Saltwater’s more harsh,
It stings in my throat.
Traversing the seas
In a decommissioned boat
They say when the lungs,
Swallow it in,
You're taken over by calm,
Three scars on your shin.
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC
I cut it because,
I know that I I don’t.
A cold swollen body,
Won’t always float.
Saltwater’s more harsh,
It stings in my throat.
Traversing the seas
In a decommissioned boat
They say when the lungs,
Swallow it in,
You're taken over by calm,
Three scars on your shin.
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