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his hands make an island of me and my trees sway in his breaths my waters churn in hurricane season he is hurricane season he is at one hundred every time I look he is at ten thousand every time I look away the wind is blowing blowing and I am heat and salt and searing drops I am the hurricane and he is hurricane season
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
hurricane season
his hands make an island of me and my trees sway in his breaths my waters churn in hurricane season he is hurricane season he is at one hundred every time I look he is at ten thousand every time I look away the wind is blowing blowing and I am heat and salt and searing drops I am the hurricane and he is hurricane season
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
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