the front spun into a spiral
as you move down the bow
wooden roots spring out running along the bottom
the light yellow trim compliments the dark brown wood
each door on the boat is light blue with red handles
the sails spread up to the sky
blinding in with the sky
the sails were light blue tide on with red ropes
the wheel was solid gold
with rubies at the end of each handle
for you two use innocence not accused for now is always with him though her for us to see we must need something still not a thing till...
before I go Don't stay go fuck the brain can't stay no let go yo thought a hoe now at my second slow grow know I glow shinnin' hollow cut...
Criminal works of man, take me from my seat to my feet, chasing what I wanted. Never long gone under the rule of us. Teaming with a sense...
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