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And its flushes blue, the dimple in the warming foam. And its sighing waves, the petting lullaby. And its hands sapphire clear, the pleasing touch. And my sweet breath unescaped, The longing lung.
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Apr 18, 2010
Apr 18, 2010 at 5:11 AM UTC
The Healing Drift
And its flushes blue, the dimple in the warming foam. And its sighing waves, the petting lullaby. And its hands sapphire clear, the pleasing touch. And my sweet breath unescaped, The longing lung.
~Rainn~
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Apr 18, 2010
Apr 18, 2010 at 5:11 AM UTC
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