SEA RATTLE
I heard fancy curse, now the door is agape
bengal snow talons and rock crystals swallow muddy earth
clamor locked in by the sheath of high tide
silvery midnight
a curtain tail of disbelief
jabs fair and gentle and tender
falling horse clams, a type of hail swatter
clementine liquor bright
effable eye cockle
it will happen slower
after the marine design is finished I promise
grey hearts will willingly open
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