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I'm turning in tidals I'm sleeping in waves I'm crashing in metal I'm living in graves I'm cursed like a sailor Born to enslave A memory of trials, A gloom made of grays
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Tidals
I'm turning in tidals I'm sleeping in waves I'm crashing in metal I'm living in graves I'm cursed like a sailor Born to enslave A memory of trials, A gloom made of grays
rachel-procopio
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
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