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Published: Nov 10, 2013

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what time took we had replaced bone, teeth and coral an ocean i've never seen a person i never knew i filled myself, rotted away possessed you, but still prayed the body, the memory and the sea had we known each other the way the earth knows the water ceaselessly meeting again familiar, mixing and forever

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haphazardmelody

Dec 9, 2013

This just made me feel so mellow after reading it. I'm not entirely sure why, but it definitely did.

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