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loveless sings the bats in the stale night --bats are often eyelashes of this night and they travel in packs-- while contending for the tender fruit i imagine they are well fed with treasure        but oceans love is the wave i seek in this molded night    to that known to be a saturated vibrancy content is the ripe mind as my legs do unravel wet and moist does this mind bring the most  voluptuous promises of oceans love as these waves hit at my ankles knees hands neck lips cheeks eyes forehead engulfed is the skin with the salt and a rush of an unforseeable force neither containable or predictable i am so wet
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
Ocean Love
loveless sings the bats in the stale night --bats are often eyelashes of this night and they travel in packs-- while contending for the tender fruit i imagine they are well fed with treasure        but oceans love is the wave i seek in this molded night    to that known to be a saturated vibrancy content is the ripe mind as my legs do unravel wet and moist does this mind bring the most  voluptuous promises of oceans love as these waves hit at my ankles knees hands neck lips cheeks eyes forehead engulfed is the skin with the salt and a rush of an unforseeable force neither containable or predictable i am so wet
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
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