Child Inside

By wood   

Bones of a whale, you can't hide.
Has been kept and sank into the season and some would die.
Blue is pulled through the sea to hide in reason.
Hove down with no repair as thirst of the sea.
Gave strength to the weak, sympathy, oil of the suffering.
What is it that light's the fuse?

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stormy sea story. short and full in details.