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*You're an island in the anodyne brisk.
You're a holm of lonesomeness.
Your divers in deep diorama
sink like boats.
There's coins and clothing
and troubling notes
left by a female passenger
imprisoned on watery shore.
Run aground,
you harbor regret,
and speak in tongues of folklore.
If I had an ocean I'd give you to it.*
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Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 10:15 AM UTC
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*You're an island in the anodyne brisk.
You're a holm of lonesomeness.
Your divers in deep diorama
sink like boats.
There's coins and clothing
and troubling notes
left by a female passenger
imprisoned on watery shore.
Run aground,
you harbor regret,
and speak in tongues of folklore.
If I had an ocean I'd give you to it.*
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