Circa 1999Pt1
She's breaking her plastic arms to carry her own weight,
She's collecting glass in a paper bag,
She's waving her hands just so she wont drown
There's nothing left to do, but close your eyes
and far across the span of the ocean,
on the shore where her trail of bodies quietly lay
a spark ignites a flame,an attempt at a beacon?
I sincerely hope so
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Lay down, lay down in your field son
the afterlife shall provied you comfort
as for know, rest as you soon will perish beneath the
amber sun
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