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315. Buffet for One

Push me out to sea, curled nails like lashes, a curve and a jab and a disappearance. I am a man made undesired, now undesirable, now alone. I am a man in the ocean, in the black - but you look from above and say blue. I float, I do, I float - I shout but nothing sounds. I float, I do, alone.
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