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On that toasty July night Both my hands, wrapped in delight And candles ruining moonlight, I thought of you. And the sun. I realized there, my time was so near While feeling no fear And shedding no tear The night became cool and I started to run Loathing love. Knife to my Neck Brought memories of her my heart won't forget An ineffable feeling. My ship is a wreck Upon tranquil seas... No hands are on deck And finding, at last, the sickening truth That bone by bone, and tooth by tooth I can see only one side Causing our ships to collide. Mine: torn and tugged below the tide As you remain. The same. Goodbye.
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
Below the Tide
On that toasty July night Both my hands, wrapped in delight And candles ruining moonlight, I thought of you. And the sun. I realized there, my time was so near While feeling no fear And shedding no tear The night became cool and I started to run Loathing love. Knife to my Neck Brought memories of her my heart won't forget An ineffable feeling. My ship is a wreck Upon tranquil seas... No hands are on deck And finding, at last, the sickening truth That bone by bone, and tooth by tooth I can see only one side Causing our ships to collide. Mine: torn and tugged below the tide As you remain. The same. Goodbye.
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jerome-facione
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
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