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Sep 2012
when I see us its at the white-sand beaches
the scent of turmeric in our hair and
wild quicksilver kissesβ€”
why does salt turn up in your
sweat when inches away from you it laps at your feet miles
away crashes against the
cliffs of dover

does the sea rush through your
veins through your eyes is that why our
seagull cries scatter to the
muriatic air the buoy of the
bedframe bobbing against the wall my hips anchored to
yours should I learn how to
Written by
   --- and Joel M Frye
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