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In The Sea

Playing in the peeling waves,young knaves,garlands from the maypolerippling round their heads,the freshest flowers of springbobbing up and downin the icy sound’s bed. Feet spread,playing in the party wavesnobody behaves,her titties tidal slaves,a-frame crashers,sets and heartbeatspounding faster,but for now, it’s playfulankle slappers. Playing in the racy waveseach man’s his own sloop,buoyancy’s slaves,groins in the greenroomof […]

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