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Current mood:  ashamed
Our sea-dreams
Deepen myth,
Toe shells shifting.
A thoughtless
Pseudonym
Absolves fantasy.
In blissful ignorance,
We pick petoskeys
From the shore
As the water wades away
Decampimg wreckage
from childish days.
And we stand,
slack-jawed
at the premier
of our paltry scene.
Memory shrinks
Like the Aral Sea.
8:55 AM
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