Tuna bake.

As Tarnished hats of high seas 

that not even Solemn hound could resist

Or ignore the scent of fresh blood 

And Would you wear a hat 

as the sun melts on boiled honey taste buds.
Behind red wood scaffolding 

Wrap around Glass mountains 

that range from bays in shallows.
And where Statues that Once held sway 

Now Hide their eyes from sight of man

Off grided isles.
As paracetamol dissolve For painless cursive desires 

That are loaded in Astronomers view finder.
 

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