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Nov 2012
They said it was the ocean -
when you cupped the pink shell to your infant ear and they (lied)
in order to show you the beauty
that sifts through the world like flour.
But the truth is the beauty.
The journey of your blood,
the sound of your self -
pumping, rushing -
They'll still say its the ocean when you use your own (hand).
Allena Faith Simone Staples
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Allena Faith Simone Staples  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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