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the tide that slips into the sea draws remnants of your mind to me those sacred parts those ancient skies stretch nothing into something your ways remain a mystery that starves my curiosity those cement stars those urges to leave my tongue in your mailbox GBE Written July 7th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 07:21 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"the tide that slips into the sea..."