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The Narrator
Bequeathing her naked, desiring warmth, I disregarded the whistling steam from her kettle; bequeathing her naked, desiring warmth, I disregarded the screaming theme from her wet vessel. Rogue the waves of a solitary night, rogue the waves ceasing the lenient reflection of the moonlight. Her emotion at sea, for the night, lonesome to be. Lost in the wind, her plea; lost in the wind, narrating this marinated poetry.
The Narrator
Carlis Rowe
The Narrator
Carlis Rowe
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