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Mar 2015
So as I sit here and droop my toes over the end of my bed frame,
and watch my fish blow orbs to the ceiling,
despite the tranquility,
I feel myself sinking.
Silence is drowning.
my fish just looked cute
Elvie Libby
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Elvie Libby  in my shell
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