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Winged Octopus Plans
Wings of might help me soar through the Night,
with sea air wisping off the Light, let there be flight.
O mystical monster of mine, tea and crumpets, love and trumpets.
I soar beyond the truth warped around your heart with whispers of tears.
The sea is where I grew up, in the bottomless depths of dark velvet curtains. It is certain, i thrive for the sky, there is no limit, to my Love.
Let me go sail on the air of a windy coast.
Only then you'll see me grow.... The most pleasant thi