I traveled on uncombed reminiscences for ever and a day it rains with the sun silent out. We had wrecked our ship...
spot a tattoo? It’s a short-lived butterfly a shipwrecked trawl losing and awake...
dream a deserted dream, that carries the credence of past summer deceased were not buried yet its a brooding sunday...
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