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the taste of seawater in your memories

is as prevalent

as nineteen year old boys

speaking as if they knew the

secrets of economy and

virtue.  the lanterns

on the sea wall are flickering,

your visions come in

and out of focus.  is it

a man that you see or a

priest, a man with

near flawless ability

to dismiss the unholy and

the holy

alike?

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