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Are we the last living souls?

Created on 2005-11-09 21:11:41 (#8757187), last updated 2009-10-17

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Name:	daaaan
Birthdate:	09-29
Location:	Sacramento, California, United States
Website:	Prophetic Opinions

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What they call love is a risk. You always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own. The hole in the hull defied the crews attempts to bail us out, and flooded the engines and radio. Half buried bow, your tongue is a rudder it steers the whole ship, sends your words past your lips and keeps them safe behind your teeth. But the wrong words will strand you, come off course while you sleep and sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef. The vessel groans, the ocean pressures its frame. To the port I see the lighthouse through the sleet and the rain. I wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts, but the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west. They say that the captains stay fast with the ship through still and storm, but this ain't the Dakota and the water is cold.We won't have to fight for long. This is the end, this story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear. Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath. I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk under the sea. I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they could mean. I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps us apart. You know that you are not alone. I need you like water in my lungs.

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