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By lovelace Date: 2015 Jun 25 Comment on this Work [[2015.06.25.07.50.19170]] |
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coughing salt water and blood. fish me out from ice cold ocean water. you bite your tongue, me leave a bad taste in the mouth. throw me back and feed the whales. my last memory of you, you dancing with the dolphins and laughing hard. not even looking back when everything else turning dark, red and quiet. |