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Sand Castling the Future
A magnet tumor detected
I do elide
Stuccato thinking of castle making
Sand washes away as the ocean grows
Montrous, all consuming
They're sitting on ice cream cones
Licking crusty lips
I care not to waste away
My veins are rippled with sound
Gabriel's golden embrace descends on wings
Forever banishing the future
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Justin Debrosse
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