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Nicholas Bon
Valhalla
Once more we talk about how the rain
just wants to be the ocean again;
how this is all very impressive
until we realize it isn't. This drink,
watery from the ice; then, soon,
the whole glass is water and we're
laughing somewhere along a coast
waiting for ten thousand doves
to drag our waterlogged bodies
into the light.
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