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| whitechocolatewalrus | the tide the waves the water washing up memories as seashells hiding them in the sand i am walking i am sinking in the beach i've found a million treasures a million memories upon the shore | 041208 |
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| Tropylium | must ... resist ... tongue ... twister | 060314 |
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| anno_salutis |
her eyes were baleful and flat like a foghorn and her voice was alternately jagged and consistent in siren pulls. the overall effect was one step backwards two step forwards an ineffectual push off swept under a deep bodied pull. |
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