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Talking in a

Twisted tongue

To an all alluring

Life

That was thriving

On the briny

Brink,

Among the

Bushes, and 

The spikes!...

...I was grasping

Her advances,

And I thought I

Read her well...

…Never

Speculated

'bout our

Setting...

It was still

Too

Soon to

Tell...

If she'd vanish

Into shadow

Like the sun

Behind the hill.

Her eyes were

Wading in the

Squall

That rose up 

From the 

Sea!...

I was mouthing

Dreams, and

How I felt...

...A smiling face

Set free

From the conflict

Of the thrashing

Waves, and

The wreckage

That returned...

...By scraps of light

We chattered on,

Though we never

Spoke a word.

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2017

Bunny Villaire