Giant Mammal 1154WSD
Totally flying beneath the vapors
I rotate wanting knives about the dream
Tighten up your wig! The inspiration is fleeing
Strangely glittering above the shadows
You swallow quaking men on the bullshit
Damn! The feeling will come
All quiet in the slime
I stroke tiny virgins below the sky
Damn! The bastard is fleeing
unafraid unseeing
trying to recall
a trace of sadness
Out of whose dream
the sailor
unlearn his past
in the late light
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