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Loves Shanty

Uncertainty
built the shanty…
Balloon bloated winds
lick the amber stains
and echo unsatisfaction;
Curled up in a quilt of tweed
you declared your silent creed:
we’d relapse
shanty collapsed,
and veer from the wreckage.



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