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The jelly-jiggling slop first had to flop before it could waddle ashore into this muddle of last gasps and becoming where middling deaths swaddled in gauzy breaths emit a consonant-rich sussuro: *If you don’t recall the swirl-swept depths where we furled it, can you keep that promise in shallows pocketed?* So we began, and with the begetting a rosy cloud plumed forth from our two terraformed lips, its delicately distinct petals mushrooming out with a thorn-less, serif-soft voice to bestow this frothy font of atomic confusion: *Let the forgetful sea rinse over now-handy fins to hard-edge etch their starfish straight lines in a slurp of soggy sand.* The mothering molecules haven’t lost their smothering ache to forgive our thickened skins and they still cling to us, cooing about a lulled drift past bye when we’ll climb the thinning links back to homes cloaked in a sifted light: *The loves of your heart-filled heads, no matter how starkly pled, all waste away to join us in our timeless waiting.*
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Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 7:56 AM UTC
In the beginning, we lost the way to our ending
The jelly-jiggling slop first had to flop before it could waddle ashore into this muddle of last gasps and becoming where middling deaths swaddled in gauzy breaths emit a consonant-rich sussuro: *If you don’t recall the swirl-swept depths where we furled it, can you keep that promise in shallows pocketed?* So we began, and with the begetting a rosy cloud plumed forth from our two terraformed lips, its delicately distinct petals mushrooming out with a thorn-less, serif-soft voice to bestow this frothy font of atomic confusion: *Let the forgetful sea rinse over now-handy fins to hard-edge etch their starfish straight lines in a slurp of soggy sand.* The mothering molecules haven’t lost their smothering ache to forgive our thickened skins and they still cling to us, cooing about a lulled drift past bye when we’ll climb the thinning links back to homes cloaked in a sifted light: *The loves of your heart-filled heads, no matter how starkly pled, all waste away to join us in our timeless waiting.*
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Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 7:56 AM UTC
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