If she could just skim the surface
of the barren sea
and smooth over the black wave
She'd know for good
she'd rather be
where wind can whip you
Then set you free
and if she weren't convinced
just one more inch
Of skin she'd let descend
But reason remains in a hazy place
and one panging touch is not enough
to compare numb water to numb wind
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