I need to go to Shelbourne

and tie white ribbons around all the trees

my flags of surrender

I have to drink the salt of that ocean

and purify my soul,

find the letters you burned,

lay my lips upon their ashes


You said the Atlantic was frozen, 

like your love

And I just want to melt you


But I know I am the one place you

will never go back to

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