On Being Ancient and War
We were made of salty oars and enveloping still the stars, saintly without hesitation—to see you at the door it was asked me many questions I have no answers we’ll not haunt each other as you said we would come this.
We were made of salty oars and enveloping still the stars, saintly without hesitation—to see you at the door it was asked me many questions I have no answers we’ll not haunt each other as you said we would come this.
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