What we have always been longing for
Thirsty oceans which strip us entirely, strike the gush of a thousand winds up inside of our all too imaginative belly
That’s right, together
When will we stop because I just can”t care
Snared by a most magestically impressive replica, bringing us right back to Captain Crusoe times
Children at play all the morning, afternoon, evening and starry night long
Strong sentiments, meant to separate then so much as instigate
Utter backbone signifcance
I- the parrot, you – the pearly-white albeit ghostly pirate
I squack whilst you talk rather contagiously for a day ’til death
Beautiful degrees of rage as we thumb-turn our particular page of stories oft best told when so much as age-old
Smoldering entirely
I will never again curse this particular fire

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