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it was on all the news channels, your shipwreck. for miles, and from distant lands, whose soil you never even met, they traveled for you. all around us the promised ringing— circle of: banshee sharks, phantom whales, and reaching shadow tentacles. glimmer— you are sunken treasure. but either from the weight of your necklace, or the summoning, voodoo grasps of gravity, we were: entranced in depth and the fleeing whiteness of your dress, both them, and me, floating… knowing full well, where you go, and that we could not venture there, as our body-suits could only take so much pressure. this, my dear, is madness: the scent of your blood drifting in open water.
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:15 PM UTC
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it was on all the news channels, your shipwreck. for miles, and from distant lands, whose soil you never even met, they traveled for you. all around us the promised ringing— circle of: banshee sharks, phantom whales, and reaching shadow tentacles. glimmer— you are sunken treasure. but either from the weight of your necklace, or the summoning, voodoo grasps of gravity, we were: entranced in depth and the fleeing whiteness of your dress, both them, and me, floating… knowing full well, where you go, and that we could not venture there, as our body-suits could only take so much pressure. this, my dear, is madness: the scent of your blood drifting in open water.
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craig-reynolds
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:15 PM UTC
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