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Aug 2010
Do you listen to the song the dolphins sing?
So familiar and so distant
Let me sing to you of the soft blooming and the dumbing down of rust

The deep darkness sleeps, as your eyes clinch
Linger the fold away with not another blink

Inhale the moist stench of pity's salty breeze
I'm standing on the vanilla frosted mountain you can not reach.
Copyright © 2007 Aya Gare
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