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survive

What turns half corpses

away from prepared tombs?

Mermaids lay on shores

and let the sun fry

the fins - watching the

shoreline in bitter contempt

as blue fades to blue.

Like a television to static

only the knobs are broken

off. The grass grows around

a few marble name markers.

1000 miles apart and six

feet under the ground.

we did not survive it.

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Jun 21, 2010
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