Fable

He remembers the girl from Ipanema
young & tan & lovely on the margin of the sea
O Slicing the waves in all her blind serenity…
And when the white-hot sun flames out
he can only violently, silently shout
O Pray, does she still languish on the beach?
He hopes haha! she drowns in her own deep shit.

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