I bet that's her on the other line and I'm concerned that its come the time all was perfect just behind the wave that rose up from below the brine and the salt in the water like the salt in her hair rolled down her cheek and leapt in the air reached out held tight no longer afraid wanting nothing more than to die by the mother that made them you say no to is it clear and this bar of soap has all but disappeared this frantic washing is my only hope until I learn to cope her essence in a sentence independence and I am only watching from a distance like a menace I seek penance for this cycle I am locked in like a sentence it keeps on am I wrong like its all been put here just to write a song all alone look around she's gone the stains the blood it won't come out why don't you see it
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