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poem: “ocean”
go further, i thinkas if you can hear mewhispering to myself it is hard to watch you out therewave after wavecrashing over yousending gritty brine up your nose keep swimming, i thinkand you will findthat the very same wavespass beneath youlike ghostspassing through the wallsof an old mansion it is too deep to stand therebut…
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two ways to be itchy
When the itch comes, appearing in the corner of my right eye, my first thought is to scratch it. More often than not, I take the automatic path without even thinking about what I’m doing. The itch is gone before I was even aware of it. I can also let the itch be. I can…