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Book: Ultramarine

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  • An Afternoon
    As he writes, without looking at the sea,
    he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
    15 lines
  • Stupid
    It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts
    like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one
    30 lines
  • The Cobweb
    A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck
    of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Circulation
    And all at length are gathered in.
    --LOUISE BOGAN
    62 lines
  • This Morning
    This morning was something. A little snow
    lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
    34 lines
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