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great north diver
Solitary in winter
I find you on the beach
sleepbound.
I’ve walked some miles across this sand
wind knocking me back.
On my right the sea battles.
My hair lashes my face.
In this chaos of desolation
you are a concentrated essence
a nugget of pure exhaustion.
What lies behind your dreaming ruby eye?
The pressure of the sea
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Thursday 20th October 2011 6:47 pm
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