Sailors swearing, swiftly steering ships south.
So soon sunny sky’s settle.
Storms strain survival.
Selene shines selfishly, she shares secrets.
Sly sirens sing sacred sonatas.
Seductively slaughtering sailor’s sins.
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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