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On wet sand my own hand lethargically drags index nail into unplanned pierced hearts The deep blue babble froths disparaging echoes spume in unison moon lumen proffers effulgent glints of my own frame Imprecise recollections Intone lackadaisical exhalations Plunging my fist into the dune I seek shells to listen to mottled heart None found I drop my curls onto the punctured heart Listening to the ocean’s instead
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
Shell Pulse: She'll Pulse
On wet sand my own hand lethargically drags index nail into unplanned pierced hearts The deep blue babble froths disparaging echoes spume in unison moon lumen proffers effulgent glints of my own frame Imprecise recollections Intone lackadaisical exhalations Plunging my fist into the dune I seek shells to listen to mottled heart None found I drop my curls onto the punctured heart Listening to the ocean’s instead
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
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