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Jun 2012
planted in the sand soaked water,
inhaling the ocean into spongiform lungs
she delves

rusty spider leg fingers graze the keyboard
red dust and cracking joints
clip each letter and space
a dance of bones on hard plastic
pressing out each thought

how I wish to be the ocean,
to have already poured out each drop
of sweat
of tears
captured whole
an entity of its own
contained in freedom
Kate W
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