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death waves;

i guess all of what navigates in my ocean is fear, 

and i guess everyone's oceans feel scared too

but i just don't think i know how to sail the way they do,

for the waves do not swim clear

by the horizon, that just disappears

when i get blindly fearful and blue.

but i dream to paint this ship with the truth,

if only the magic was here,

and a siren song too to go with my tears.

and maybe i would be able to melt in two

to sail away with you.

pretty silence