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I didn't know what it meant But i liked it. In all its ever-present, phantasmagoric, sundry forms. I liked how it wriggled through the grooves of my fist And fell in tendrils down my spine. I liked its sound--briny and crystaline Like footsteps on salt panes.
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC
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I didn't know what it meant But i liked it. In all its ever-present, phantasmagoric, sundry forms. I liked how it wriggled through the grooves of my fist And fell in tendrils down my spine. I liked its sound--briny and crystaline Like footsteps on salt panes.
breanne-johnson
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC
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