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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