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09.14.08 / 10:41 am
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in the afternoon, the ocean sparkles - diamond bright,
and brittle waves wash small stones in and out;
beneath, the current pulls open the doors
from abandoned houses in drowned cities,
and the remnants are spread over milesthere seems no time beneath the waves,
no minutes that add to solemn age,
only empty hallways, rotting beds,
all swollen, like overripe fruit hanging heavily on the vine.
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