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We strive to be first on land, run off into the end of our discoveries, then jump. I am an ascendant. Derived from none. The wide spaces between us bleeds into open waters. Salt has scarred the umbilicus and feeds me no more. I breathe the tides. They recall their dead and wash them of sins. They call to me to join them .
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
Descendants of the Sea
We strive to be first on land, run off into the end of our discoveries, then jump. I am an ascendant. Derived from none. The wide spaces between us bleeds into open waters. Salt has scarred the umbilicus and feeds me no more. I breathe the tides. They recall their dead and wash them of sins. They call to me to join them .
m-g-hsieh
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
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