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Is the ocean carbonated?


Do it fizz in earthquakes? Is that waves? Who knows. I don’t care rn. I see that the moon is indeed habiting 300 different species, and that sharks have evolved legs. I notice the radiance of dirt. I see in your eyes a brown glimmer of me. I seen you for so long marked by tears or not. I seen it happen, heard it etc. etc. To now, Katie look like a frumpy slut, Marion Cotillard seems to be cold, stone, seems to be frozen in time as what she wanna be. Not what I seen before. I see you now I see your imperfections as iron. Come out perfect anyway.
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