sublime
we're lying on the sand as though we're one
two as we separate we become none
our tongues are inside licking all the juice
the play's on the floor with joyful cut and bruise
we snail on the beach as though we don't have legs
waves giggle gaggle with their foam and their pegs
we just made it with our tools with our hands
born out of us are these millions of sands
we're lying on the sand as though we're one
two as we separate we become none
our tongues are inside licking all the juice
the play's on the floor with joyful cut and bruise
we snail on the beach as though we don't have legs
waves giggle gaggle with their foam and their pegs
we just made it with our tools with our hands
born out of us are these millions of sands
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