Thread:Firefox20z/@comment-31595317-20170620234930/@comment-15761712-20170621025938

[As Lincoln has to endure the pressure even longer, Lucy walks over] Lucy: "It looks like you have time now." [commences poem] " My love is like water. Bursting forth. Like a dam breaking. All control lost. Water rushing, churning, turning landscape to mud. Time runs out. Water. I feel the impending doom. My love"