In the return of the sea
its standstill secret treats
I ready for sleep, alone
along a landlocked deep
Remote as light, as reason
is this compass of night
Fingers that refuse to pray--
stray in sweet reggae; delicious.
_
its standstill secret treats
I ready for sleep, alone
along a landlocked deep
Remote as light, as reason
is this compass of night
Fingers that refuse to pray--
stray in sweet reggae; delicious.
_
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