The jetty was my escape from fantasy. Allowing me to stand firmly between a rock and a hard place, my heart. The sea weed lashed around my thoughts, pulling me under to exhale coral cries. I grappled with a triton, willing it to end my dreams. It vibrated with laughter as the sea’s King gently disposed of me, on my knees upon the bleached sands of desire. I touch my salt encrusted lips. still swollen with His passion and denial
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
You are killing it.
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Very kind of you to say. But the rust has made me almost immobile.
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I cannot tell.
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