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Out on the runway, screaming at grey engines how did he not open his stomach up in front of the T.V.? how did Tommy go on living, the boy never showed, they were to fight at 3, after school who will I fight now? Who will I hurt? Who has survived the drowning Black Atlantic, bone nails clawing to shore, writhing in the black tentacles of scuba gear. Who stalks the land anew; unafraid.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Black Atlantic II: Survivors.
Out on the runway, screaming at grey engines how did he not open his stomach up in front of the T.V.? how did Tommy go on living, the boy never showed, they were to fight at 3, after school who will I fight now? Who will I hurt? Who has survived the drowning Black Atlantic, bone nails clawing to shore, writhing in the black tentacles of scuba gear. Who stalks the land anew; unafraid.
h-w-erellson
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
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