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the day after they found you a wordless homage to ophelia i walked down to the shore and conversed with god trapped in a seashell you're writing me letters from out at sea and your handwriting is not quite the same but it's all sealed in salt you've got me on the deck at last, and i cover your eyes with my hands they're in the wrong place but that's okay i can't untangle your legs from your skirts and your skin doesn't fit but i've given so much it's okay, it's okay
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
young blood goes to wormwood
the day after they found you a wordless homage to ophelia i walked down to the shore and conversed with god trapped in a seashell you're writing me letters from out at sea and your handwriting is not quite the same but it's all sealed in salt you've got me on the deck at last, and i cover your eyes with my hands they're in the wrong place but that's okay i can't untangle your legs from your skirts and your skin doesn't fit but i've given so much it's okay, it's okay
ns-ezra
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Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
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