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He used to be a fisherman.
His eyes were a deep wave of salt water
And I fell into his endless tunnel of heartbreak.
One drink,
That was all it took
To want more,
And more,
And more,
My heart is parched
For the sweet drink of his affection.
I can see you when I shut my eyes at night.
Your image floats along at the back of my eyelids,
A faded picture of a ghost that once was in my arms.
I feel like flying in the darkness without taking any drug;
My fingertips brushing against the skin of your cracked lips.

Let me swim with you,
Bubbles floating up to the surface.