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May 9
the shank
stuck
this deep
releases
pressured
flows

an ocean
says hello
with salty spray
some would say
when you are
still on your way

this unfortunate
stream
getting on
everything
smells of old
what'd make
you run

away, all in
sails unfurled
leaning in to the wind
i am salted down
to be kept fresh
while drained
dry
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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