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O the whale, so turmoiled, unthought and asunder, dragging voices that fall short of its singing. O the whale with those eyes of obsidian making paths unto glory in the ocean.

313331

Demon utmost of salt and raindrops, of eyes of glass and the wit for a go thru the mud, dark thoughts galore and the flood, envisioning how my sky has fallen.

313313

Never so insulted in all her life, so this sea might not be enough to wash away the blackened sight unto a broken pair of wings made of devious, shiny feathers. (to Fi)

313311

Glourious are the hands committing an if, torn into a charade of revenge. Glourious is the triumph of creative cynicism to satirise on a bloody past from which nobody has learnt.