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The ocean turned to glass one night,
A gale blows through curved wave crests.
The fauna struggled against the contoured tombs,
All lost, all still beneath her thousand breasts.
Empty skyline, abyssal symphony,
The void within holds the nothing near.
Ova witness the shore of the silent sea
And disappear, we always disappear.
A gale blows through curved wave crests.
The fauna struggled against the contoured tombs,
All lost, all still beneath her thousand breasts.
Empty skyline, abyssal symphony,
The void within holds the nothing near.
Ova witness the shore of the silent sea
And disappear, we always disappear.