over the strangers’ sarcophagi the sea argues with itself
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splinter
those early days under the sea when we went from five eyes to three to just the pair and slowly painfully learned to breathe the poison air
when I close my eyes swallow a wide sea
splinter
any hope the turrets of my abrasive castle washed to sea so all this personal data
may one day chafe some newly refurbished country
treat me roughly like the sea makes a fractal splinter
plums drop through her cursive loops sound of the sea
which tracks an elastic mood. In her sea you see
plums drop through her cursive loops sound of the sea
on the rough soil of the sea so many words corrode