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when the tides come in and pull at the soles of my feet           unbalance                               me. (grown used to a sensation of falling i have, i’ve         fall      en many times before, again i’ll         fall many times over. many times over.) when the sweet warm welcome of a pulse-line and jersey -- it was quite                              unexpected (the                                                         tide), took me by surprise but hold and fortress came boxed in a silhouette i knew to be You.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
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when the tides come in and pull at the soles of my feet           unbalance                               me. (grown used to a sensation of falling i have, i’ve         fall      en many times before, again i’ll         fall many times over. many times over.) when the sweet warm welcome of a pulse-line and jersey -- it was quite                              unexpected (the                                                         tide), took me by surprise but hold and fortress came boxed in a silhouette i knew to be You.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
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