Can I really just pick up a bag and leave like that?
For I still mourn over the forlorn image formed.
It was a dream of me in the aeroplane over the sea,
leaning over to meet the mouth of the Shoal,
effectively kissing everyone I know goodbye,
while placing out a welcome mat on the ocean floor.
Welcome me fear, for I must frighten myself sometimes.
--Dr. Pen Name
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