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Sep 2017
the surface
                 of the paper lie
           the tendrils of oceans
     the mating
of smooth stones
     sea monsters congregate
            darkness holds on like
                               a limpet
          all we can do
                 is carry a torch
                  
        *and hold our breath.
Stream of consciousness...
SøułSurvivør
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