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salt runs off skin as we over-invest in ocean sand light weighs on us these are our eyes evidently slight dim as a dream where lids heavy with sun sink below cheekbones' crest and you find this darkness is yours for life when you stir the window is open your salt thick tongues are corrosive with the returning need for sex as rough and as dull as shore break dumped here into each other’s bodies adolescent enough not to know better than to stylize bodily process into song a coterie of limbs winding into generation method imperfect but improving daily words rise tidal dark forms below a wash of debris seaweed perverse on the skin dilating shore-line into serifs meaningless and occasionally beautiful you stretched out as a shipwreck trading in the intricacies of salvage and me going down contemplating the bends