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Atlantis

Whenever she's alone

Alone that child she dares

To flair her icy bones

Half naked into the air

 

Just to find the spot

The one that makes you weak

To draw more than the queen's lot

By the end of every week

 

And you can tell me

About the useless sea

On behalf of the widow

Of a sailor soon to be free

 

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Model: Cristi (take to the sun.)

Camera: Holga 135TLR

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Taken on June 4, 2012