Out on his own, ravaged like a weathered ship that washed ashore a millennium ago. Awoken one morning by lone seagulls cry, the world seemed so very cold now, not knowing love. It’s frightening growing old, out on your own listening to seagulls cry, and shy away from looming thunderstorm, that lashes out for all …
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