Like diggers' teeth against the sea.
Upright. Proud. Vain.
Crashing women against the break
Rust me.
Slow speed ahead.
We want to break and drown
in dizzying foam.
To fall a league and pull
up God beneath a green sea stone.
Lie happy broken fang.
The job's over. Done.
Look pearly white and milky,
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