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The place where the oceans meet the shore our lips met, yours dilapidated, ancient; mine freshly squeezed orange. We lived, Avid, weightless for a few days Giant red, argon balloons floating Under a velvety, green sky. Yet when the time came, You stayed at the Hamptons I chose a lonely cottage by the bay. All that remained of our kiss was broken beer bottles In sandy beaches turned stony Angry waves disappearing the shards everyday.
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Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
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The place where the oceans meet the shore our lips met, yours dilapidated, ancient; mine freshly squeezed orange. We lived, Avid, weightless for a few days Giant red, argon balloons floating Under a velvety, green sky. Yet when the time came, You stayed at the Hamptons I chose a lonely cottage by the bay. All that remained of our kiss was broken beer bottles In sandy beaches turned stony Angry waves disappearing the shards everyday.
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nothing-personal
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
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