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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-11-11 | | when I dropped you into the waters under the city how would I know that you were going to swim to the sea? how would I know that waters were going to rise? how would I know drowning/ or being drowned you were going to be born into the sunny season but like a naked piece of snow you were dropped into winter if you were here I would’ve told you many things... I am a little bit smaller dot than your mountain like father let your brothers and sisters spill the rivers over my head couldn’t name you for the sake of love let the oceans threw me into the sea.
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