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1.
I am running away to Africa.
2.
I am setting my body adrift. lover,
tell me one last time that I'm not seaworthy
with this sail I patched with my own hands and watch me
rake waves with my fingers in the other direction;
my whole life, the tides carried me to you and now
I am finally floating away.
3.
you were the only shore I saw until
I opened my eyes a little wider. I'm afraid
of dark water and open seas but I am more afraid
of your coastline at night, the way the things
I thought I knew and could see clearly disappear and
leave me battered and broken against the rocks.
4.
it was you and your hands that
turned the lighthouse off.
5.
the whales say I won't be free until I sing
every ocean song I wrote for you.
this is the last one I'll do.
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Comments
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
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I'm running away.
catch me if you can.
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
it fits together, somehow.
4 is haunting.
and lovely.
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