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Aqueous Transmission


I'm floating down a river that has no end

I'm in this boat alone

Can't you hear me calling?

Trying to transmit,

Can you hear me?

It's cold here now,

The frogs have disappeared

You and I disappeared

Where are you going,

Where have you been?

I need you the most,

when you are no where to be found

Building an antenna

Give me a sign

On the brink of Death

 

 

 

 

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Cael Adams

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