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Dark water
I try getting to water
if clocks give me a chance,
she was made from water
but her words stand
like moons
so I go to the water
meeting my creator
lay down my
skull coloured
in dark maria,
knowing how
bodies speak
more volume
as my legs
slowly ball
inside my
chest.
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