soil picked up the pieces, put them in the bag and pulled out a ticket ...
The Atlantic went on its way and promised cheeky tone:
"Do not worry Here you'll be fine "...
enjoyed every minute, every full moon, every smile he did not expect ...
For some time the pieces began to fit ...
Just time to get him out of his lethargy, to give the boost necessary to remember that the life has left many ways ...
now not sure where it is, but is sure that the sea ... all drowned.
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