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Tides - turn that light out I thought as I lay back in the sand and looked up at the glaring moon...

turn that light out I thought as I lay back in the sand and looked up at the glaring moon

therapeutic madness

ebbing and shuddering uneven tides according to own clock feeling from pasts inform unexpected this now



This poem was published in

Golden Hour - Hora Dorada and Beer Book

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