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Mar 2016
my skin is a casket and
my voice is hoarse from calling
myself back to the ocean shore
*please come home, my forgotten soul
how will a corpse breathe on its own?
taking my cheeks in the palm of your hand
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
   Vanessa Gatley and ---
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