On the Island of Crestia,
I felt a tickling touch with a jump,
Sharp claws and scary goosebumps that prickle out of my skin.
On the Island of Mecru,
I watched the fire left alone from a rocket ship as fast as the volume into your ears and as loud as a Sperm whale.
On the Island of Olcan,
I heard the sound of a gunfire,
Breathing smoke across an abandoned city as it settled in.
On the Island of Esto,
I found a broken promise caught in a sticky situation above a cloud of candy floss and below aeroplanes.
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