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Laying on the saline scale beach, barren, staring at those vaguely African trees while the breeze claps with their leaves. They applaud the Tesla bitten thunderstorm brewing on another shore, its tar black clouds, sticky with tobacco residue & plasma spit, flaunting In the salty starlight. & here we are. Tangled in each other. Tripping over lips & tumbling over mumbles, we try desperately to vocalize the scene that has comfortably Presented itself. Oh how that galactic beast threw itself over the countryside, skulking in southern wind like a cliche heartbeat running on urea and ***** electricity. We hoard our secrets for nights like these.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Witch Killers
Laying on the saline scale beach, barren, staring at those vaguely African trees while the breeze claps with their leaves. They applaud the Tesla bitten thunderstorm brewing on another shore, its tar black clouds, sticky with tobacco residue & plasma spit, flaunting In the salty starlight. & here we are. Tangled in each other. Tripping over lips & tumbling over mumbles, we try desperately to vocalize the scene that has comfortably Presented itself. Oh how that galactic beast threw itself over the countryside, skulking in southern wind like a cliche heartbeat running on urea and ***** electricity. We hoard our secrets for nights like these.
Watching a thunderstorm with a girl
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cameron-haste
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
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