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My heart felt heavy with lava, burning from my chest into between my legs. All I could think of was her soft ruby jewel pulsing like a volcano.
The jacket torn by jumping fences had its subtle Italian lines disfigured much like an young beauty marred by dry desert gusts to only be left with past relevance.
You think you are a Walrus but you just love the Beatles.
Four strings that don't pluk themselves. A memory of the beaches in my childhood. How I would love to be a surfer but a second hand Ukelele was all I could affoard and no beaches were within a thousand miles from my song.
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