108 The Meadow Island Linguistics Daniel Moore You said the sea sounds better when sand strewn bottles carrying letters written in Songbird blood grieve the absent flesh. Nothing pleases me more said the moon than hysterical naked men on the shore washing victory’s uniforms as dawn spills burning commands. Love is to listen what light is for day. Speaking does not accept what is spoken being disobeyed.
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