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First, I'm afraid I don't know. Was it too hard to call a name of something? Name. Name. Perhaps I'm the only one who is still in an ignorance. Unawar..
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Washed ashore
The odor, sneaked into those fingernails
The sound of kissing surface, titanium white
Bubbles waking me up, the mornig of march.
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