Mary Celeste
Sold out myself with tattoos
crawling on the floor
these broken pieces
are my highway
and this is all i can do for you
underneath my nail
another space to float in
and now im beneath the sand
all im thinking
is there a drug to stop me sinking
into the blue
where a harp plays smoke
flames burnt across my eyes
will you heal me
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