Sea shanties only ever heard once, stuck in my head for the rest of my life. The lungs of disposable sailors held secrets that few modern men could understand. Moments of arete hidden in pickled tongues. Laying on the floor beside a full-length mirror, trying to stave off the loneliness. Singing lullabies to myself late at night, as the world drowns itself to sleep.
10:34 p.m. - 2020-05-21
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