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Weedhacker
Weedhacker
21/M Just a child of the planet Anareta.
It must be maddening to float around in the sea Which is probably why whales go up on the beach Blue is the void That rests bellow And blue is the sky That floats up high It's a miracle all whales don't suicide A nice warm beach Bounces energies of fun And is attractive whales Who I can't say arn't dumb A curious difference Draws them near They have only seen blue For the past ten years But the beach is to whale As a siren is to me Because whales can't live When they go up on the beach Luckily I'm human So when I feel the need I can travel to lots of places To see what I can see
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
The Struggle of the Whale