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August 14, 2012
I bet it's warm inside
down in the city
on the atlantic
the waters are waiting



It's cold in new york
the waters are fair to play
drowning in a liquid dream
comatose for days



Ice on the window
a medical scent decay
hospital sheets laid like waves
i hate every word you said



I check with Smithy
to tell him where you've been
explain my brother has been ill for days
it's only a half lie i guess



It's must be so warm inside
nailed to a hospital bedframe
the nurse gentles for the dead
and i'm waiting for your name



it's over





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