their whole-milk lives vacuously
traipsed the
line between
the
sky and sea-
fucked and forgotten,
drifting
whole-
heartedly
in the
night-without-
seams.
moonlight didn't
go anywhere on
a night
like this,
fucked and
forgotten,
it was cloned from crest
to crest to
breasts,
whole-milk-white
breasts
that hung
on the line that
should have
existed between
the sky and
the sea.
pallid, flacid
scales as ripples
of waves
soft-blue-shoe
shuffled
into the night-
without-seams.
fucked
or forgotten.
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