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On the surface of her eyes, An algal pool in full bloom. He wades in with his lashes, caught, Stumbles around in the fishing nets Soaked to the knee. The place in which the oxygen should be Is choked up now, perplexed, verdant, A floating city of jealous skirts Buffeted by a harsh March wind... And further down, he has her pinned Tracing paths in shallow waters Close yet distant to seashell ears Roughening the lilypad surface With a single feather. Through algal bloom, she wonders whether He'll bother wading down to meet The covert Atlantis beneath his feet.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
shallow hook
On the surface of her eyes, An algal pool in full bloom. He wades in with his lashes, caught, Stumbles around in the fishing nets Soaked to the knee. The place in which the oxygen should be Is choked up now, perplexed, verdant, A floating city of jealous skirts Buffeted by a harsh March wind... And further down, he has her pinned Tracing paths in shallow waters Close yet distant to seashell ears Roughening the lilypad surface With a single feather. Through algal bloom, she wonders whether He'll bother wading down to meet The covert Atlantis beneath his feet.
the sailor dips his fingers in and decides he's explored the depths
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
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