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Dreams of you. What is peace A squall of grit, Coarseness caught in teeth. The earth spits resolution. I do not accept it. Long ago, I fell into the sea. My tongue tasted salt My body Was tugged by tide But tomorrow it'll wash you Away
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Peace
Dreams of you. What is peace A squall of grit, Coarseness caught in teeth. The earth spits resolution. I do not accept it. Long ago, I fell into the sea. My tongue tasted salt My body Was tugged by tide But tomorrow it'll wash you Away
This is written as a drunk. Edited sober.
#love#dream#war#peace#dreams#sea#salt#tide#resolution
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
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