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- The grinding
water forcing rocks’ collision
- pushes detritus,
tosses spares.
- No Atlantics are
microcosms.
- Nor are they
minor characters
- spun off in
another season of quahogs
- for more angry
dresses and rattling
- plated
shell-strung bracelets
- of the merely
well-to-do.
- Sucking ocean
fury holds banks
- to erode them,
spirals like insurance rates,
- explodes to
prove death sneaks.
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