2019, February 2, Saturday
Anchor
As soon as the heavy anchor suddenly fell off, your face fell to me.
Downstairs deep down the salt winds, the sapphire and the foam, they dug up like a whale on the roll.Anchor from the bottom of the floor in the bottom of the hole washed the coconut and coral reefs.
My thoughts and my thoughts are like the salt of the hoof, and its chains like salt. You floated with the anchor hooked on the deep, like the yam on the roof. The ages passed away in the wind and melt in the wind.
Thou wast burned at the mouth of the deep waters. Thirsting in the sea.
I worked as a conservator in a laughing time as a thirst for commotion. You shake me in the rock with the shoveling shots of sharp cries.
With a cynical look, I become a sky.And then a coconut oil filled me with me forever.
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