Breathe

B

breathe deep my friend onto the end

with slime that ooze through your dorcel fin

stand tall wide dude beneath the grade

the common texture of ham & eggs

 

be brave through a passage of time

sublime

thinking everythings quite fine

inside you hide behind four walls that bind

 

a wooden ship left on the waters very free & easy

stear on the throttle that usurps the bottle

time in its tasteless mist the great gulf fix

 

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