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The Sea Speaks |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
Many people die by me; they do not curse me, thinking some distant object more sweeping, less reaching hardly breathing thing has touched them. I do not speak like a bush of sexy flame or crumbling stone but am too soft, too strong for them to feel the pull. My sound so closely echoes in their tiny ears they think they hear blood of theirs. |
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