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Goodbye and thank you to the Ocean Thank you for the memories The nights of walking along the beach The waves as they crashed at our feet   Thanks for the breeze blowing wind through our hair
My fingers hurt, but not as bad as before. Maybe because the numbness is going away and the actual pain is revealing itself. But sometimes pain like that is good, if only because it means we are healing...  
Written for review For those who Follow lies drawn Out of the blue I cherish you   Black hair greased Defeated behind barrows Wheeling the rounds Tripping on hills  
  And so we disembark into the crowded hall-ways piranhas dead on our heels it hurts but we shuffle on, what for other choice is there? Day to day, with pieces cut out The bitter salt fermenting in our lungs
your heart is the altar at which i worship. your kiss is holy wine.  the ocean is our church and the waves are our prayers.   
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