Don't dream of tortoises.
Saw nothing but death
by wild beasts
want of food
fear of wild,
Night.
In the morning
the high tide
The island
wind abated,
Securing,
Spoil them.
I walked
My habitation,
An attack
A semicircle
with
double piles, lined.
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Don't dream of tortoises: zine project
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