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Jun 2013
my heart thuds and collapses. my name spills off your tongue and i can hardly praise the gods enough for this gentle storm. can you hear it? purple effervescence tossing me into the brink of the tide like a song of mermaids. the undercurrent takes me by surprise, grinds my skin into the sand. i can finally feel.
chess mess
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chess mess
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