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All hands to me! All hands to me! All fingers pressed against my lips, jittery. My coffee nerves, caffienated; & you're battering my coastline. My hurricane, if I survive you I swear I'll take up smoking so I can shake w/ a ferocity to remind me of this. If I go down tonight I know you'll seal it w/ a kiss, & I know there's no port in this storm, but @ least I get my sea legs. I take mine as black as your heart, w/ milk. |