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Call

by BrokenGentleman

The clinking of seashells underneath my shoe's soles reminds me that even skeletons can be beautiful. The cadence of the seagulls repeating their calls, brings light to the fact that sex rules all. The ambient noise that puts some of us to sleep, is the sound of the circle of life, the mating calls of beasts.
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BrokenGentleman
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May 20, 2014
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People think nature sounds beautiful until they realize that 70% of what theyre hearing are mating calls = animals trying to get laid.

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#nature#sex#ocean#sea#shell#sand#mate#natural
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