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We sent out the SOS call
It was a quarter past four
In the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea.
Four months of calm seas
Only to be pounded in the shallows
Off of the tip of Montauk Point.


This is the end.
This story's old
But it goes on and on
Until we disappear.
Calm me and let me taste
The salt that you breathed
While you were underneath.
I am the one who haunts your dreams
Of mountains sunk below the sea.
I spoke the words but never
Gave a thought to what they all could mean.
I know that this is what you want.
A funeral keeps both of us apart.
You know that you are not alone.
Need you like water in my lungs.
This is the end.

Current Residence: the lone star state, USA
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Favourite genre of music: alternative, irish-punk, country, trance, jazz, classical
Favourite photographer: The Bang Bang Club, Kevin Carter, Ken Oosterbroek, Mary Ellen Mark, Dorothea Lange
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