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Lying on the ear of an ancient mammal
feeling its pulse, the blood coursing through its veins
and you wonder if it was made by he who controls the rains
with its gift of sight
its sense of sound
who knew something could be so profound
but only to whisk away into nothingness in the end
and you continue to lie
on top of what is now the sands of an ancient mammal
and as you let out a sigh
you look at the ocean next to where you lay
and wonder how many more of them are at bay



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