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Nov 2019
even when one thing doesn't

follow another--

it's still about survival,

they get so desperate when

their mouths fill up with

seawater.

forgetting to gurgle and

cleanse their mouths.

a liar can't float or sink,

the weak will continue to

look one another in the eye

to spot what's dead.

fear is a shore easily reached--

like thinking you can touch

down anywhere in the ocean at

all times.

get a foot on something when the

the sky goes out, and the water

comes over.

no--there are always those for that,

don't worry...hahaha~
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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