toma esta
.
It's not az that bottle
no one ever really
found
washed up
spit out
from thuh
sea
It's this bottle
i stood
mine thewz
rattling
prep'd tuh toss it
but i
know'd i'd find
ya
under bankerz
my
this morn'nin
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