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There’s a smell of the sea
in my dis-eased dream
with the stars upon
theses waves of
candlelight &
we both
sleep
but when was
the last time
anyone tried?
My uncle said they are cursed,
that nobody who eats one
survives a week,
DELIGHT OF MY BABE
She has the prettiest smile
but he is the one who
brushes her teeth
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