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Mar 2013
I subside on the constants
in waves and meters.

three am or pm:
one in the same.

apathy begets
apathy
in a circular swirl.

I remain insaitable
in my thirst for fluidity;
I foam at my breaks.

I remain solid;
jaw jutting against liquidity.

despite my pacifism,
I still cannot dissolve.
from the beach. work in progress.
glass can
Written by
glass can  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
817
   Emma and Gary Muir
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