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To the depth charge in rust
under the shine of the harbor
she is swimming powerfully downward
without a mask
with no jewels in her eyes
just the kindness of a creature falling

her fingers ringless trace in time
the boards preserved in salt
of my ship's bowing side
her ringlets uncrowned
spill life on sand her heels have trod
I'll rot my treasures open in the tide

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