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BROKEN AND BENT
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°
The stench of the sea..
and the absence of green..
are the death of things,
that are seen..
and unseen..
she was there. With them. Always with them. Through dusk till dawn and not even the gods up above the sky and... Més
˚
BROKEN AND BENT
˚
°
The stench of the sea..
and the absence of green..
are the death of things,
that are seen..
and unseen..