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The smell of salt hangs in the air
Heavy, and pregnant with tears

How could I have ever have thought I could call this place home

(Where a sea of concrete swallows everything)

So while you paced the floor of our apartment
(A prison for two months still)
I was forcing conversation and not fitting in

Dear, there is no shame in cutting all of our losses!

Let the whole damn coast fall in