The disappointment comes in waves when I think of a past lover who was so good at wrecking my ship while out at sea. He wrote songs that resonated as my vessel sunk into deep cool water while all lifeboats cracked in two. Still, his siren song were sung and the cool light of the sun bore down on me drowning my sight as my lungs filled with water. My vessel is now a mountain underneath the sea.

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