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sour ship slip shoreline

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i dream of you floating

silent over a grey silk coast

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you hang in my throat

swaying

green bats

and in the morning

hack you onto a cracked plate

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sleep runs from me

childlike down the sand

wobbling

pitching shells into the surf

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i hold the kerosene heater close

a foreign silent mother in the dark

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