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The Fork Tines Tangle
A gutted fish, I gingerly lay my bones in the sun
to dry.
Flippin your fins, you don't get too far.
Out of the sea, wish I could be
sane.
to dry.
Flippin your fins, you don't get too far.
Out of the sea, wish I could be
sane.
Published 8th Feb 2016
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Anonymous
9th Feb 2016 10:07am
I really enjoyed this piece, intense.
thanks
thanks
9th Feb 2016 8:05pm
19th Feb 2016 9:10pm
Wonderfully peripheral, just outside order but not chaotic. Thanks for sharing.
