Time is elongated for sinners
The internet can try to predict the tides but it will be wrong
I thought I needed space around me to sleep and dream but I got wrapped in tent and surrounded by water and I still float
A man whose dad died cleaned out by anything but quiet in the rain
Lies next to me in the tent such a thin barrier between us and the wet
I joked about the water licking the tent last time and this time she made right on the taunt
I can try to redirect the river but it will flow to the sea even if I’m in the way
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