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let me slip under the waves I'm tired of your tossing and turning my yearning and failure to learn the truth the burn of the wa..

I dreamt about taking you to India the summer sun burning behind your hair with your soft hands you pointed out old memories ..

your necklace rests against my skin the same spot you kissed last night my fingers close tight around it as the train tosses ..

from the cold wet tarmac of the road shivering in shock my bike wheels still turning I found myself suddenly propelled dizzily through the smo..

I watched your lips move the opening and closing of a chasm that swallowed me whole yesterday those same lips danced across skin and plucked ..

I open the door autumn waving hello its crackled welcome resting on my lips the clouds are moving full steam ahead churning factories of cott..

turn your head into the afternoon air where mountains touch the sky like fingers and hear my sleeping lips call to you, while I lie fast asleep..

as you soared into the early autumn air the sky plucked your tiny vessel between its breezy fingers and tossed you like a paper aeroplane acros..

you came into this life in a shell washed up on a deserted beach in a kiss of tender waves I found you one day out walking brushing against t..

the evening crouches on my chest exhaling misty breath across my neck she scampered up from the open window onto the bed pinning me there ..