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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.
Written by neves
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