"Seven Twenty-Eight"
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I hope there's water out there dear,
So you can swim.
Away from all your fears,
And away from all of them.

Because you're sinking,
Neck high without a parachute.
And I'm blinking,
One eye open and I'm never going to,
Miss,
A,
Note.

Umbrella covered concussions,
And contusions ring throughout my head.
And my heart beat is slowly speeding up,
To a colored, bloody Mary red.

No longer is my heart feeling,
A feeling I have lately lacked.
No more will my green seagull turn,
A burning, blazing black.

Eleven,
Fifty -
Nine.