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  • Mar. 3rd, 2007 at 1:02 AM
Truncate and concatenate, exterminate emotional armor-chink, doublethink trebled and trembling in the tender echos of sirens, or lapping waves of ceaseless seas, blood-red and bled of light at dusk, I might, I must swim ashore though undertow and twilights glow illuminates that distant beach, almost in reach just a rip-slip-scrape on reefs and shells, wavebreak bodyquake slip-slide-splash and dashed against black rock breakers, and broken and bleeding and needing air and sun and land crab crawl to sand, grab all I can and flopdown drop down to knees and elbows and shins, raw-skinned and lacerated, masticated but elated to live and breath and exist after all is unsaid and undone.

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