to hear from you rustles up the sediment at high sea. my survival is murky. i am the man without a country. Missing in Action. in my head i float aimlessly high. with a fear of heights and deep water. i guess in the middle is where i should be. by day, i wait with a glaciers patience. at night i speak to whales, and they ask me to forget you right before they go in for the kill. please, don't forget me when im stuck in a great white belly. my organs scattered, a proper funeral at sea. but i'm not all there...you still have something that belongs to me and i will need it someday if you can't hold it properly.
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