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• Artiste: Dear Hunter, The
• Titre: Black Sandy Beaches
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Messages from broken bottles fall Black sandy beaches Ink conveying across the page now run from morning dew Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to read Hearts that pound from love long over do Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about She must have been so glad for him to throw it out Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle Again the words contain have bled the page Whose tears were these which remit ink From who they bore to make this streak Where they his by chance from telling her? Or hers by chance from reading it? They could have been collective They could have been from someone else Why don't we see what's at the bottom Why don't we see what comes next Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about Oh she must have been so sad for him to throw her out Lets just say, she, she is better Better off somehow Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now We couldn't fake it so why even try? Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow Lets just say, she, she has never been happier Happier then she is now