Walking past kings
Saluting these knaves
Trying to pull out the sea
From these mighty waves
To capture poetry that crushes and symphony that stains
And other impossibilities of mad April rains
(There was a storm today and it was delicious. We feasted on the skies, got drunk on rain, and burped at the moon.)
Saluting these knaves
Trying to pull out the sea
From these mighty waves
To capture poetry that crushes and symphony that stains
And other impossibilities of mad April rains
(There was a storm today and it was delicious. We feasted on the skies, got drunk on rain, and burped at the moon.)
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