bastards, you — the one,
when glory is ill
like autumn leaf
falling
crashing
down
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|
V
dead like time,
years,
moments ago,
and now caught
y | elling
o | ut s i d e
u | nderWorld’s door
hearts, shining ships
passing thru
harbors burning
sails n’ver wanting
ship wrecked souls
sinking
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|
V
down into Davy
Jones’ soul
:: 09-09-2014 ::
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