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Friday, June 15, 2007  

little hammers little hammers
little hammers in my head
ears my shells, my tiny shells
in your palm silvered with your breath.
i hear the sea i hear the sea
i hear the sea when our waves crest
and all the sounds are blurred and bled
all the sounds are blurred and bled
little hammers fill my head.

posted by Scout | 8:55 PM
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