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The tide rolled in behind your eyes, their horizons permitting slivers of grey morning light to bounce off of all you beheld. You sighed with a brine laden breath that tickled my cheeks with dawn's brisk numbness. I felt a renascent smile sprout from my lips. I let you wash right over me.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
After The Storm
The tide rolled in behind your eyes, their horizons permitting slivers of grey morning light to bounce off of all you beheld. You sighed with a brine laden breath that tickled my cheeks with dawn's brisk numbness. I felt a renascent smile sprout from my lips. I let you wash right over me.
KayleeLemire
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
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