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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables evening with an indigo tempestlet me rage politely
on my schooner hanging from the short fore mast and cackling glee into the tespest the black clouds will roil and ricochet between the waves tapdancing indigo where darkness should rule the shanty will be our hymn and your curves the altar at which I will pray after the storm has past. |
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