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Striated, and held fast through fume - I take my board out onto opal ocean, The wind, drifts in, as the tide drifts out - Danger is on the air, but the sun burns, refusing to be triumphed by the cold - It's bold, here, to be so out on a limb - Paddling through the watery fortress, taking on Neptune - Head on was the only way I ever knew: (Long been found out to be true) Such joy to be witnessed by...
Talismanic Torturer
Oct 25, 2021
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