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Stailing the open seize. - fetaman.com
Stay lifted on life. “The right one never comes off.” Seeing it, embracing it. Skin sailing on wind. Bone stails. Waves become whores wishing to drown with you by the boundless sea. Hide your gin, hydrogen. Flesh gulls begin to peck at your cheek, neck gristle shines. Salted air. Rotunda knuckles crash to the misted …