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Jul 2012
I can tell when
your waves
recede or
wash ashore

tell apart
your crests
from your
troughs

but not when
your waters
tug
and release

(innocently or
lovingly, like
salt and water
inseparable)

how pathetically
attuned sand is to sea

and yet not
SH
Written by
SH
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   --- and victoria
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