B.C.
Chitty, chitty, empty
A pacific pacifier, love
She has not touched me since he left me
oh, whales of unknown identity, sing us a haunting number
A flooded city with mountain fingers
curling into the mud and bones of shamen
The sun was wrapped in babies' sweat
the whales and water smelt of death
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