A song:
Dead seabird,
salt of the stormy sea
the sun fell into.
Wind death into a hairball.
Stormy old sea
How do you swallow?
Swallow the storm, old sea
Drown something in your wake:
pull it down in eternal slumber
with the weight of the waves' crash,
the awful thunder
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When you answer the call
you are old, storm-sea -
why bother still singing?
why don't you do a favor
and rest, sea-old storms,
when will you welcome it?
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Broken hand
Stormy, old sea
And give more than earlier
More than you can
Has withered bone
Tattered thrilling
Fascinated by the Scad
And the plight of the poor
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Apply worry
Blue and doubt
Newly green with envy
Fear roar
Pain, suffering
Railing against the wind
Why are you stormy,
Old sea?
Why are we
The stormy, old sea?
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Shoutout to those tagged as editors. Anyone that would like in on this, let me know and I'll add you.
mk, b_b, _refugee_, lil, kleinbl00, humanodon, doesntgolf, onehunna, Floatbox, cW, theadvancedapes, insomniasexx, steve, & mike.
From a vandal of the past: I apologize. I was in a confusing place, months ago, and I expressed my negativity through lewd, sarcastic poetry. Even though you may not know who I am, know that I am sorry.
To the vandal: I forgive you, and I hope the place you are in is better.
From the vandal: Thank you. I'm in a much better place now, it just took some relaxation and self-reflection. And tea. Lots and lots of tea. <3
to the vandal: now we know who you aren't and it doesn't matter
dig it. super cool, especially when i look at it compared to the last version I saved.
This is interesting. I wouldn't mind jumping in, if that's alright.