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Jan 15
Look, I am shook from my
shallows, ten thousand leagues
deep – my heartbeats were war-
ships; you drowned the whole
fleet, but I'll hold on to hope like
sand holds on to heat that for all of
my troubles, you could love me, at least.
Marsha Singh
Written by
Marsha Singh
     Fawn, ju, victoria and Marshal Gebbie
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