On sea’s frothing mouth,
A silhouette was walking
Against baby sun, its eyes
Torn and torn , on waves.
A canvas bag on its back
Had shells puked by sea.
I think it is shells plucked
By its eyes torn on waves.
On sea’s frothing mouth,
A silhouette was walking
Against baby sun, its eyes
Torn and torn , on waves.
A canvas bag on its back
Had shells puked by sea.
I think it is shells plucked
By its eyes torn on waves.
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