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From the calm to the rough, the going was tough you wondered if you were made of the right stuff there was a foot on the porthole so it stayed the sea pulsed by, the colour of frothy jade 'Don't you drop ash on the sail,' the captain said it will shred in the wind and we'll all be dead' no sooner that we were out, we had returned extinguished the *** before the sail burned My world had been fourteen feet, I'm now discrete: about how bad things can be to everyone I meet about the images that came before me my lone battle with the tempestuos sea It was nothing but to me everything amazing the peace calm water could bring
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
OUTSIDE THE BREAKWATER
From the calm to the rough, the going was tough you wondered if you were made of the right stuff there was a foot on the porthole so it stayed the sea pulsed by, the colour of frothy jade 'Don't you drop ash on the sail,' the captain said it will shred in the wind and we'll all be dead' no sooner that we were out, we had returned extinguished the *** before the sail burned My world had been fourteen feet, I'm now discrete: about how bad things can be to everyone I meet about the images that came before me my lone battle with the tempestuos sea It was nothing but to me everything amazing the peace calm water could bring
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
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