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driftwood skin sea glass eyes ****** guile raw and toothless husks of promises trawling for exoskeletons you were mine i was yours but i am not one to let wounds fester even first cuts are licked clean with time
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
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driftwood skin sea glass eyes ****** guile raw and toothless husks of promises trawling for exoskeletons you were mine i was yours but i am not one to let wounds fester even first cuts are licked clean with time
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
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