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Sunday, August 21

dusk to dawn

the bang back
from g-rock
to the dock
stop the waves with
metal ifs
all you miss
is the savage winds drips

past the fifth degree
off the lee
a ghost
my toast
jelly butter tooths
flits from white to gone
farther on two points again
a crazy flap
its the fast gifts
that wandering tern
with swallow tail
drinking cps
fll f strms
hern breaks the day
two by naked waists
again whit is this place

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