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Long Island Sound

The ocean speaks in gurgles and splashes

seducing me all the same

These colors,

The drops,

And this enticing wind are all real.

The ocean is as palpable

as Hamlet’s hit and

although the wind doesn’t poison me

I am weaker.

If I could steal the blues

right from the ocean

I would have all the colors

that I need to paint the world

anew; to begin again.

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