December 24, 2008
A set of ears will follow you
Panting, throbbing
Stripping arguments that were sealed to the floor from wars of drool
When the crush of what they think are waves attaches to their skulls
They will sink their palms drown-deep in sand
Protection is what their delapidated lips grip in prayer

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