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brine and mist and fine foam

when i think of us 
i think of friction 
the minutia of
movement  
etching our corners 
smooth until 
there is no blood 
just the polished response 
of our skin 
i am a whale 
you the sea 
brine and mist and fine foam 
scatter off driftwood 
while the  sun sets hungry 
we
just
fuck
off.  

Posted 08/30/17
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