Death Vessel
Blowing Cave
The load is unneat, sprawling oddlyJ-ing the stern pelicanly.The oil-skinned brine of votive decayHead to the spray and nose to the grindA struggling flame, a mouthful of achePollyanna stuck in a capeA ballast entwined, tucked out off-sitePollyanna zipped up tightBlow, blowing, blowingBlow, blowing, blowing caveWho do you want to blow away?Blow, blowing cave.Blow, blowing, blowingBlow, blowing, blowing caveWho do you want to blow away?Blow, blowing cave.Stuck like an arrowThe load is unneat, sprawling oddlyJ-ing the stern pelicanly.The oil-skinned brine of votive decayHead to the spray and nose to the grind
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