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karaoke 4 (06/08/2016)
Biting toothpicks
idle as can be
splinters building bows of ships
reburied in a desert
end over end, again and again
worn smoother, blacker
than obsidian.
After all,
storms are the arbiters of change
symbols in dreams
sand, sea, and stars alike.
Saturday 11th June 2016 1:38 am
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