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In case I someday claim thee Wait upon the farthest etching of stone into ocean In case my sickened frame drags itself through grit and sea-spray For I may find myself in palms of flesh torn from dragging this carcass across peaking cliffs and shards of sea-glass Wait there, but do not call out
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
To find this is to know myself
In case I someday claim thee Wait upon the farthest etching of stone into ocean In case my sickened frame drags itself through grit and sea-spray For I may find myself in palms of flesh torn from dragging this carcass across peaking cliffs and shards of sea-glass Wait there, but do not call out
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
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