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these tea leaves tell of vessels that've drowned, those are tall ships
but my short vessels have sunk as well, all four of them with their
cherry red ropes still waving to the sun through the crown on my head.
they lost their sea legs when I realised that I had some growing up I still needed to do.

forget the nightmares and the dreams; never write them down,

never close those floating eyes, it's not fair; nothing ever is.

but you're still screaming at me with your mouth filled with water,
I'm in the dark side of the ocean so just know that all I ever hear
anymore is murmur murmur splash murmur; so soften your rock salt lips,
I love you.