smog - bathysphere
[incluida en 'wild love']
when i was seven i asked my mother to trip me to the bay and put me on a ship and lower me down lower me out of here. because when i was seven i wanted to live in a bathysphere. between coral, silent eel, silver swordfish, i can't really feel or dream down here. and if the water should cut my line, and if the water should cut my line, set me free. and if the water should cut my line set me free, i don't mind. i'll be the lost sailor, my home is the sea. when i was seven my father said to me 'but you can't swim'. and i've never dreamed of the sea again.
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