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Published: Nov 18, 2008

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we stripped sand
by strand, our skin
like pacific roots
our palms bare
and bleached

exposed a hermit
to the outside
fed his home to poseidon

midnight,
a paper seagull comes
and carries him away

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ejeans7

Aug 25, 2015

"exposed a hermit
to the outside
fed his home to poseidon "

How can something so brutal sound so beautiful?

I used to keep hermit crabs, and I adore the little creatures, but I enjoyed this anyway.

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