We Share the feet of crows like a meal before a hanging. We share this silence like a toast to our distant guilt. Now we walk, searching for the sails of the sane. From the end to end of this ship; endlessly, hopelessly unstable. And if you push my head underwater. we will drown together and dye the sea blue. We will drown together and make the sea unstable.
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