Digging with my toe in the sand
I uncovered a cork where she slept
being some one familiar tears of ages
I let her sleep with no underlying motive
the cork was as big as my elephant
it's depth unknown.
Her lips have moved I must go.....) it(s..good
......) it(..never stops...) it(s...flowing
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