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What turns half corpses away from prepared tombs? Mermaids lay on shores and let the sun fry the fins - watching the shoreline in bitter contempt as blue fades to blue. Like a television to static only the knobs are broken off. The grass grows around a few marble name markers. 1000 miles apart and six feet under the ground. we did not survive it.
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 12:08 AM UTC
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What turns half corpses away from prepared tombs? Mermaids lay on shores and let the sun fry the fins - watching the shoreline in bitter contempt as blue fades to blue. Like a television to static only the knobs are broken off. The grass grows around a few marble name markers. 1000 miles apart and six feet under the ground. we did not survive it.
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Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 12:08 AM UTC
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