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where is the beauty in such a thing:
in eyes,
long-lashed like a woman’s and cackle-brown;
in a mouth,
slightly parted,
pearls as teeth and spears;
in the cacophony of the seashore,
a solitary island,
eerie in its stillness, its lightness;
an edge,
bitter and thin,
of mother’s milk and something intangible,
something that goes without a name-
the word for a body found besides the ocean,
for the keen of a dog;
long and high
and utterly alone.





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