loving you
was like sitting atop a boat
slipping slowly beneath the face of the ocean
and maybe she's the only one
who could make sense
of a woman who came to me for dollars
and found my words
broke change free in her heart
yes, loving you
made me a salt soon to join the sea
i didn't go quietly
i held onto ron anejo
quite a few of your kisses
the song of your satisfied sighs
it made nearly drowning in sadness
less of a burn to the eyes.
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