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where can drizzle complain without a wave

or evening clouds grey engulf the horizons edge

so that the cerise vessels will not discover

that to the bottom of the sea, I cannot forgive

they cannot measure the limits of freedom

only the magnetic phases within vaults of heaven

Finback’s are guests I served them with gobblets

of thick love filled wine

but harpoons and nets

give death to their innocence

with no medium to assist

In rorqual, suspense

that stills this affective heart

my kisses cooled, by time

what storm returns to me thus far

it is dreadful

for those pods within the hunt

I carry no overall influence

but I sense more about you

in your midnight drama

of a stargazers caught by real life

deathly touched within the idiocy of International cliche

will you call out to me

can I help to save you

swim to freedom

at the mouth of Fundy Bay