we don't move with the waves. The two of us, a quiet ocean roaring somewhere in its depths

stranger with no intentions	be silent my bird, you tear me apart	the dreams that should have died	from Isabelle to you
turning fluid, oily and tar black, seeping through all the cracks	Her hips made waves against his shore	The light hurts, why won't it touch us gently?

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