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By distant moon Date: 2008 May 29 Comment on this Work [[2008.05.29.23.46.28939]] |
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Do not mistake this pounding beat as it echoes through the heat up the attic, and right through these silly special melodic tunes. They dance and shout in ear bud joy twist and splash in ocean ploy and figurative silhouettes rear heads deceive what hearts can hear. Shipwreck, pirate, nave, the beach, slip your slimy pillow sheath only the belly of the whale yet she grieves a dolphin tale. So spoon your shallow grave tonight cot the wind and star delight, ripen weather in the dew yellow bellied, tanned, maroon. |