it's late
it's dark.
go to sleep sam sheep.
addled, the bastard can here waves crashing in the distance.
but he knows that it's merely a toy in his daughter's room that duplicates the sound of the ocean.
this doesn't do a thing for removing the lyrics from my head that say,
"we are rulers of the ocean."
"kings of seven seas"
my eyes are heavy now. the benedryl is working.
"we are rulers of the ocean."
"kings of seven seas"
—the bastard
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