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sand pockets and the nasty spill of forgetting into the wash away shoreline where mixed up childishness meshes with wetsuits and dolphin dialogues which rattle til forever as the night swallows the day as a shark swallows a tuna and the sushi on my plate swallows me with its scrumptious suspicious fishiness. and i laid in bed til twelve because dreams exhausted me like the time i road a wave until i crashed into my lack of want and tore into the saltwater with a grin and a fall that gave me a backbone and a song to sing when i again took hold of my guitar