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Sand all in 

down and around 

my asshole,

Sitting on this shore 

Nothing to look forward to

No one to talk to

Depression tears up 

And drowns itself in 100 proof,

I sit now on the roof

of happy homes

sinking into ceilings 

With the feelings of shade

Trees gave to youngsters,

I'm waving to tidal breaks 

On the shores of mutant beaches 

Still soaked in blood

We still try and bleach them,

They look at me

all gawking and awkard

and see drowning 

then start talking about the weather,

Their lovers break the mood

"I can see that man drowning"

one mutters 

"Yeah, but he's thirsty!!"

Cries another