The load is unneat, sprawling oddly
J-ing the stern pelicanly.
The oil-skinned brine of votive decay
Head to the spray and nose to the grind
A struggling flame, a mouthful of ache
Pollyanna stuck in a cape
A ballast entwined, tucked out off-site
Pollyanna zipped up tight
Blow, blowing, blowing
Blow, blowing, blowing cave
Who do you want to blow away?
Blow, blowing cave.
Blow, blowing, blowing
Blow, blowing, blowing cave
Who do you want to blow away?
Blow, blowing cave.
Stuck like an arrow
The load is unneat, sprawling oddly
J-ing the stern pelicanly.
The oil-skinned brine of votive decay
Head to the spray and nose to the grind
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