SAILOR PHOTOS

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I'm on the edge of a
cliff, and I'm in the
middle of a Bur
dened Beamber castle.

Big-fat Step calls

I stayed at my fingertips
A dimly-enough wind
Ha pushed me.
Ready on the edge of the cliff
Chris Ready
Divan Ready
Ferman is ready
The victim is ready.
The boundary that beauty has stolen
Ready on the edge of the cliff
I am poor
Most despise
A thousand Octo
Fire
From the
With a spear and a mace
From the storm, Alaboradan
From the seven Duvelus
I don't know what fear is
I'M SHAKING…

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