Pour salt in my wounds;
I want the ocean running
In my veins like a
Glorious jazz band, loud
And crashing with passion.
You, me, arriving at ourselves
In the deepest sea,
We go so fast, all too fast,
Off the road,
Through the rail,
Over the ocean; it's breaking, breaking,
Waves on
Rocks, and
Us
Floating
Above
Everything.
The world is taking its time -
again.
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