no foam froth no no salt or smash--
i hear scissors, i hear scissors crashing
into the sand instead of water, i hear
the slick swiping cutting my hair off
my nails off, my skin off; i hear scissors
crashing. i
don't cough because of the casualties
the Planet-covered in casualties, no.
i swear by the waves, i scream by
the waves, i
deposit my face into the waves
and i curse.
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