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Times tackle on the threads. We beat the strand seahorse Dashed, unfurl the curling Toes, your body twists In the boat, only ribs From the spirit waters. Your fish fins from the net, My rod pins on the pine And the hooked meat, your barb, Reels as it plays the swampy Moan of the gutted bait.
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
In Our Bed
Times tackle on the threads. We beat the strand seahorse Dashed, unfurl the curling Toes, your body twists In the boat, only ribs From the spirit waters. Your fish fins from the net, My rod pins on the pine And the hooked meat, your barb, Reels as it plays the swampy Moan of the gutted bait.
ormond
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
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