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I was I was I was I was sawing up my teeth on the good shore and the slick sea coast and
and she was zipping her dress on the god loved purple sand and I watched her with a silent eye
I created another crown and tender - I - she was tender to the river so no so no I was tender for a river

I was bottling myself up for her lips for another rainy day for another day without sun but I can’t say who it looks like - what it looks like - she crept up the faucet like a water ballerina and we plucked her off and dropped her in our eyes

little sea angel
felt you like
a river