small poems & small plates
We're not allowed inside Antigua, terrific insinuations jostle the playful socks being darned. They say we'll sink the failing mainsails in the ruins of our wake, but we know better, so we cross the line.
We're not allowed inside Antigua, terrific insinuations jostle the playful socks being darned. They say we'll sink the failing mainsails in the ruins of our wake, but we know better, so we cross the line.
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