Merge into a single body, sing it sweet and taste it low. Carry forth like froth on a wave. Wait for a full moon. This is the way I dream sometimes, this is the sea I smell.
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
Merge into a single body, sing it sweet and taste it low. Carry forth like froth on a wave. Wait for a full moon. This is the way I dream sometimes, this is the sea I smell.
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