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Apr 2014
the water was cold and your tongue was blue—
you made me feel like liquid iron
with a crown of golden seaweed.
the water was cold and your tongue was blue—
color slipped from your eyes as the waves took you home.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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