舞·*'¨¯¨'*~漫-Trapping the cigarette between his inferno-glazed lips, his fingers gently strum at his acoustic guitar; he weaves his music into each coming wave, attempting to tame the sea into doing his bidding. He knows he's incapable of such a thing though, his anger can never purge the seven sea's of their salty calm, but, he can try to coax them into submission with his music. 
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VMK.       THE ART OF BEEKEEPING
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