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wet
Like the hull of a boat
Cuttin' ocean, writin' notes in oak gall
Back home to Ella
Tellin' tales of my travels
"It's like summer, it's like fear;

notice
Hands through my throat
Centre of rope (come closer) tethers me here
Rotting oak, twisting gall
Fever soars, it's all too warm
With this foreign

the rest of y'all
Wait, cover your whole ass with bikinis made of masks
But show your whole ass if they got the gall to ask?
What in the 'I Am Legend?' Using

I feel the spirit inside
Lure it across time
Ignoring my sickness and gall
We call we call

You are bound and called
In oak, seafoam, and rye

Woad

Crave the rot in my oak
The truffles up in smoke
A smolder in a torched home
Where I can see the stars whenever, toasted amber levers
Reveling rooms