Black S


My kandora, you wander solemnly.
i linger,
i owe – what?
a hundred tides!
I'll wait, i know that
i'm native here.
My kandora, your blood runs faster.
i linger
i owe – what?
My kandora, the finest pellicle,
my loning.
i owe what?
a hundred tides!
I'll stay , i know that i'm native here.
i linger,
i owe what?
I wonder why.

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