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Born The 7th son I steer Ever Toward The deep Yet Jagged rocks Splinter All thought   What bliss This loneliness Compels An old way Yet untamed By and by A thousand Meters Of  coast Encompasses my Throat Leveled By the drink I Await My body Human flotsam Jettisoned O'r starboard Eons ago Swallowed salt water Ever hotter Listening to waves And gulls spell my name Young ensign of fate Breathing Cyclic and finite A novel storm Looms On the horn On the cliffs adrift
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
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Born The 7th son I steer Ever Toward The deep Yet Jagged rocks Splinter All thought   What bliss This loneliness Compels An old way Yet untamed By and by A thousand Meters Of  coast Encompasses my Throat Leveled By the drink I Await My body Human flotsam Jettisoned O'r starboard Eons ago Swallowed salt water Ever hotter Listening to waves And gulls spell my name Young ensign of fate Breathing Cyclic and finite A novel storm Looms On the horn On the cliffs adrift
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Equatorial Guinean
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
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