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a whale swims in front of the moon.
you have to drown to get there, and you have to drown to get back.
she drug her foot against the galaxy and fire spewed forth.
wade into the silver pool never to return the same.
the ants pile onto the leaf in waves, nothing is left.
rich gems and jewels cascade before me, I can feel them in my eyes.
she smells like oranges
like I knew I would.
About the Creator
Sukie Harper
I like to put pieces of myself into my writing. Sometimes it's a finger, sometimes a toe, but it's always something that gets stuck to the roof of your mouth and leaves a lingering feel in your gut.
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