Script

 Script

there are times when everything you say sounds like a line from Casablanca
and i wonder if it really matters that i keep going away

i am pulled out into the ocean by the waters taking hold of my footprints
washing them away from the place where i stood just before this moment

there are words that i never say to you because they are words i need to keep for myself
words about mermaids
about singing
about water crashing on the rocks

this is a tale too familiar

call me Ishmael

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