Alive

the laundry     suppressed     the corridor
the silence confiscated     all our words
the shipwreck     the rocks     the news
was good     the news was bad
we found the wreck     attractive
we were marine     we were phosphorescent
behind our backs     the middens beckoned
in our dreams     we were alive
  
  

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