"From the sea rose an arm and a hand of porcelain.
It offered despondency in the form of a rose.
I accepted knowing I was sorrowful."
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Teach Me How To Swim
KurzgeschichtenMarie, oh Marie. You wish to have me, so why do you mourn? I've wept long and hard at the ache of my broken dream, tears pooled so vastly I could have built an empire of sandcastles. But what's the point of having an empire of sand, when there's no...
