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Curled in a seashell

sunk in my skin,

you hear my heart surge.

 

Away from the swell,

you dwell,

   a membrane away

 

from the salt-lash,

the splintered wrist-pull

into soft wreckage.

 

You pale,

unfurled

in the wash of the waiting world;

 

frail waves splash:

cool you

blue.