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May 2013
Turquoise is the brine, deep as ever.
Godheads sink under, to which the void rejects-
all; here is nothing; there, there has been no more-
this is all.
From a forgotten notebook (circa 2011)
Written by
Christian Boudreau
648
   Laurel Elizabeth and Swells
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