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diary: 06.13.19

the day’s first rays are bronze-tipped arrows
breaking the shallow strip of narrow
night that’s left. and the sea is a riddle
and the tides are all rhyming. the ocean’s a mirror
reflecting in me a prolonged space,
a watery song of some fathomless place.

 

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