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Low tide - oysters scattered across the sand that cacoons our feet black hot - we are nothing more than a forty a day bad habit dying - smoke filled lungs desperate to swollow air - when all there is, is dust
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
Bad Habit
Low tide - oysters scattered across the sand that cacoons our feet black hot - we are nothing more than a forty a day bad habit dying - smoke filled lungs desperate to swollow air - when all there is, is dust
#love#death#loss#sea
emmaelisabethwood
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emmaelisabethwood
NB/English
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
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