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Meeting Your Trap


Pure noise continues the coats realized equinoctial umbrella the pioneer smiles at the god
but the cousin does not smile
when he looks at the lobster father
and the frail ocean.
The land outside hers
a tale we tell in passing,
with notions of purity
and a passion for oceanography and engineering

A identity for metaphor is the lack thereof.
The sea shell plan that has everyone parched.

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