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Among the coral and the kelp
I can sink fine I don’t need your help
Or your cement shoes
That business suit looks better on you anyway
Shrugging your shoulders
Hands in pockets
Loneliness invades
Fingers find sockets
And now you know my gloves are off
Remarkably you’re relaxed you sit and scoff
Because at the bottom of it all we both know
That these targets of mine will never fall
We can end up strangers the way we began
We can and we will write wills
I would hate for you to waste your precious time
I left a note upon your desk
PS don’t worry I’m sinking fine