"why don't you go somewhere,
that's far away from me.
like iraq, the sudan, or india,
or maybe the bottom of the sea"
and i replied,
"oh don't you worry,
i was leaving sooner than you'd asked,
i can't wait to get up out of here,
and to put you in my past."
productivity is at a steady decline.
and she said that
"if you love it,
then go get married to the sea."
i would my dear, if only,
her waves were big enough
to run away with me.
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