talcum and limestone and other ocean substation
homes,
they will become me when I'm
sold down river and smacked around
under posieden's pummul horses,
standing or sitting or running out of room,
crashes and crashes and layers and layers
and desmond dekkers of pressures
theirs for ever afters
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