(Sullivan) 2021

In the swimming currents of the morphine
The room filled with ice up to the ceiling
The crystals forming as you’re watching
And written the words you don’t remember
That love is an ocean with riptides
Will carry you away to deep water
You thought you were strong but they are stronger
And it will taste like karma

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