For dark years I have traveled.
On blank and expressionless faces of sea and ocean.
No sun has lit the dim inside of my cabin.
Salty water had not penetrated the stench of decay.
I was ending, withering, forgetting, thinning, slimming, escaping.
Jump, jump, into the water.
Feed your flesh to the…
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