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lilac, salt.

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scent of drowsy-sweet lilac, and salt on my lips.
a sailor’s arms, covered in sinking ships,
black ink schooners, and furious sea monsters
wrapping tentacled arms around his wrists.

the sea and the stars move in measured procession,
a whispering idea, in a walled garden.
each contrived celestial oscillation,
just a note in a plunging eternal rhythm.

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