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Seashells are pure They dance across the ocean waves Waiting for serenity to hit Though they are already filled with utter esctasy I feel as if I am a seashell Waiting for his wave
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
The Seashell 🐚
Seashells are pure They dance across the ocean waves Waiting for serenity to hit Though they are already filled with utter esctasy I feel as if I am a seashell Waiting for his wave
9 May 2020 Β©
charlitte
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
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