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DANAË’S ESCAPE
Day, Danaë.
Lure, chase:
Nobles’ mad maws.
No.
It as secret awe.
Both promised it.
Pure hero, Danaë,
codex ever of rust, iron.
Oh, no.
We spiral
life buoys
as you be
fill a rip
sew on
honor it
Surf ore-vexed ocean,
adore her uptides.
I morph to be water.
Cessation.
Swam damsel bones.
Ah, cerulean!
A dyad.
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