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she came into my bedroom holding a fishhook and a plastic glove and in her calmest voice explained that yes it would have to come out that mass of shrimp pulled from deep within my ear ****** left me barren and a little giddy but there are times when i still feel it pulsing blue veins tail flapping scent of algae salt my back sprouts a fin and the wound heals
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
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she came into my bedroom holding a fishhook and a plastic glove and in her calmest voice explained that yes it would have to come out that mass of shrimp pulled from deep within my ear ****** left me barren and a little giddy but there are times when i still feel it pulsing blue veins tail flapping scent of algae salt my back sprouts a fin and the wound heals
daniel-schoen
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
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